The Mark of Truth

(Neva’s POV)

I dropped to my knees clumsily, reaching out to gather the shattered pieces of porcelain scattered across the floor.

“Don’t,” Kaelen snapped, striding forward.

His hand closed firmly around my wrist, pulling me away before I could pick up a single shard. I stumbled back, catching my breath. His grip was tight, protective and angry.

He didn’t let go.

“What is that mark on their arms,