ALLISON.

There, I saw a symbol branded on his skin. The mark looked like blisters burned into his skin; a symbol of a star inside a circle—the mark of a witch. A witch’s curse.

“What the hell? Why do you have that mark? She cursed you?!” I gasped in horror.

Sullivan let out a shaky breath.

"I made a deal with her," he admitted.

I shook my head, unable to digest what he just said.

"I agreed to a binding ritual. I am bound by a witch’s contract which means that I am ...