**Kait**

Marcey flies from her chair, her breakfast scattering to the ground below her even as she slams her fists down to further signify her incredible outrage.

“You did what!”

I shrink back at her sudden movement, but the usual tingle that stirs in the air whenever Marcey becomes upset seems to be nonexistent for the time being. I settle back down again, waiting for her to say her piece.

She looks down at the mark on my shoulder, the wound now completely ...