(ALICE)
"No, he didn't." Mary sinks back into her chair and looks at me with tired eyes. "At least, not in the way you think." She reaches for her bag and brings out a book. It's an old, faded journal. "Look at the page that I've folded."
I flip through it. "What is this?"
"I've been working with some white witches to produce healing potions. I have access to their archive rooms for research purposes, and I found this. I'm not allowed to remove things from there, but I snuck this out because I knew you needed proof."
As she says this, my eyes land on the image on the folded page. It's a drawing of the same pattern on my ankle, the one on Mira's ankle.
"Mary, what is this?"
"It's the mark of a dark witch, or of someone who carries the bloodline of a dark witch in them."
