"Dahlia," Mom muttered, breaking the silence.
Her gaze was still trained on my mark, and for some reason, that sent chills down my spine. All of a sudden, I wanted to hide it from her intense stare.
"How did that happen?" she said, meeting my eyes.
The look in her eyes was of pure terror, like this mark on my skin was an affliction of her peace.
"I don't know… I was training when it happened," I found myself answering.
On normal circumstances, I would've ignored her and brushed it off. But not this time. I needed answers, and from the look on her face, she knew one or two about this mark.
"Do you know what it means?"
Suddenly, like something inside her snapped, she seized my wrist and dragged me into the house. She slammed the door so hard that the thud almost made my heart jump out of my chest.
The moment she started to drag me towards the stairs, I knew something was deathly wrong.
