What if it did?
I felt a calming warmth radiating from his hand when I grabbed it. Somehow, it made me crave more, like I needed to touch him. Using my free hand, I traced his emerald runes with my finger as I held his hand with the other. Little shocks erupted along my fingertip, inflaming my hand with its warmth. His tattoo glowed in the wake of my touch.
Biting my lip, I eyed the mark on the middle of his forehead. Some instinct told me that it was important, though I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with it.
The longer I watched him in silence, the harder it became to resist the pull that captured me.
“Kiss the mark on his forehead, Selena.”
“Why?”
“I believe that is the key.”
Setting aside my questions, I leaned forward and placed my lips on the emerald rune. An explosion of shocks radiated through my body as darkness engulfed me.
