“I stood in the living room, still rooted to the worn rug. The room exactly as it was before, yet something had changed. Something unnameable. It felt almost like Tarc’s sweet kiss was the opposite of a kill mark. A promise of something. But with the same power to destroy.”

“I stood in the living room, still rooted to the worn rug. The room exactly as it was before, yet something had changed. Something unnameable. It felt almost like Tarc’s sweet kiss was the opposite of a kill mark. A promise of something. But with the same power to destroy.”

— Mary Watson