JACKSON

I stepped back at once.

“Shit.”

I looked down at my palm. It was red, angry, like fire had kissed it and left a warning behind. The skin throbbed for a second, then slowly started to calm, healing the way my kind always did.

Nyra moved closer without thinking. “What is it? Are you okay?”

She reached for my hand.

I caught her wrist before she could touch me again.

That was when I saw it, her bracelet.

“You’re still wearing this?” I asked, pointing at it.

She frowned ...