Seraphina's POV
"You are really glowing."
I blinked, the words had entered deep into my heavy mind like a bucket of cold water.
"What?"
"Seraphina, your skin…" Darius was standing just inside the tent, his face was pale, and his voice was tight.
I sat up slowly, I removed the cloth blanket from my shoulders.
And I saw it. The moonlight was not just coming in from the outside but it was coming out from me.
Light spread across my collarbone, circling over my shoulder like fire, a symbol I didn't recognize joined themselves to me across my arms, it was delicate and strong. It was my markings.
"What is this?" I tried to stand up and I looked down at my hands.
"The bloodline's seal and the moon's crest. You… you've been claimed by the prophecy." Darius moved a little bit closer but didn't reach for me, his voice was softer now.
"No… no one claims me." I moved back a step.
"I didn't mean…"
"Then what does it mean? Why now?" I snapped.
