𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
He stumbled backward, his hand flying to his throat, eyes wide with disbelief and agony.
"This shouldn't be possible," he choked out, his gaze snapping to me. "This can't be—"
Another lash ripped through his clothes, and his back arched.
Kaleb roared, his massive body convulsing as silver marks erupted across his skin—not just on his wrist, but everywhere. Dozens of them appeared in familiar places that I found I knew very well.
Thin silver lines split open like someone was carving him apart from the inside.
Cyrus collapsed to his knees, silver spreading across his ribs in a pattern that looked sickeningly familiar.
Suddenly, it clicked, and I was peeling off my clothes to check my scars—the ones around my shoulders and arms.
My breath caught when I noticed that the scars left behind by Sonya and Caspian's abuse had begun to fade.
My scars.
They were inheriting my scars.
Rafayel's golden eyes met mine, wide with horror and understanding.
