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âHe stumbled backward, his hand flying to his throat, eyes wide with disbelief and agony.
â"This shouldn't be possible," he choked out, his gaze snapping to me. "This can't beâ"
âAnother lash ripped through his clothes, and his back arched.
âKaleb roared, his massive body convulsing as silver marks erupted across his skinânot just on his wrist, but everywhere. Dozens of them appeared in familiar places that I found I knew very well.
âThin silver lines split open like someone was carving him apart from the inside.
âCyrus collapsed to his knees, silver spreading across his ribs in a pattern that looked sickeningly familiar.
âSuddenly, it clicked, and I was peeling off my clothes to check my scarsâthe ones around my shoulders and arms.
âMy breath caught when I noticed that the scars left behind by Sonya and Caspian's abuse had begun to fade.
âMy scars.
âThey were inheriting my scars.
âRafayel's golden eyes met mine, wide with horror and understanding.
