Rebecca

We didn’t speak on the way back to the cabin.

The forest was quiet again, like it was afraid to make a sound. Or maybe it just sensed him…whatever he was.

I walked a few steps behind him. Not because I was scared, of course not. I just…didn’t trust myself not to stare at his back like a lovesick idiot.

Even now, the lines of glowing gold had faded, but they still burned themselves into my memory. Those marks weren’t tattoos. They were something else. ...