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Finally able to get out of his hold, I headed for the door again.
“Where is she?” Branson demanded as he threw the door open to come inside, too, smacking me with the door and sending me head over tail with a pained screech.
“Shit, that’s twice now,” Triston groaned.
Branson scooped me up and twisted my body about as he inspected me. “Did I hurt you?”
I yelped at the movements, the spinning around making me dizzy.
He hugged me against his chest and sighed heavily. “You’re okay.”
“What’s all this noise about?” Jolie asked. Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You’re awake! It’s about time, sleepyhead.”
Trying to get out of Branson’s hold was twice as hard as Triston’s. He seemed to realize I wanted down and gently set me on the floor.
Triston immediately opened the door and held it open, which I was grateful for.
As I hopped towards the stairs, Caleb and Riddick walked in the front door.
Our eyes locked and we stared in silence for several heartbeats.
When they didn’t move or speak, that pain in my chest returned, and I resumed my hopping up the stairs.
“We need to talk,” Caleb said sternly.
I ignored him and continued hopping up the stairs. Hopping up was so much harder than hopping down. Why was that? Maybe I needed to see if we could alter the shape of the stairs at the new house to allow for easier upwards hopping.
“Ember,” Caleb snapped, his alpha tone causing me to freeze.
“Please, talk to us,” Riddick said and I heard Caleb grunt in pain. “Please shift and talk to us, Ember.”
I stayed frozen, uncertain, but realized I couldn’t hide from them forever, and it was childish to do so anyway.
Shifting, I stood and turned to face them, arms over my chest. “What?”
Caleb’s eyes darted to my cheek and his jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. “Scar.”
“What?” I asked.
“You have a scar,” he growled.
I did? What had I gotten a scar from?
Turning, I jogged up the stairs to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was right, I had a scar under my eye. It wasn’t a normal scar though, and looked like it was the shape of a star.
“Not a scar,” Riddick whispered, “a curse mark.”
“What?” I gasped and spun around. “A curse mark?”
He nodded and reached out to touch it, but I backed away, bumping into my sink top. “Don’t! What if it can transfer to you or something?”
“You already touched Triston and Branson,” Caleb pointed out from in my room somewhere behind Riddick.
“That was in rabbit form before I realized I had it,” I argued.
“So, what, you aren’t going to touch us?” Caleb asked.
Riddick backed up so he was in my room and I could leave the bathroom.
