It looked like a plant had taken root in my chest and was growing out over my right pec and collarbone. I just hadn’t expected it to grow already.
I’d seen Constance’s, which covered all the way down to her fingertips. Unlike before, the glyph now had little vines stretching out from the crystal. It vaguely held the shape of a heart, but it wasn’t precise.
It had edges that made it look three-dimensional. There on my chest, directly over my heart, it looked like a crystal had been glued to my skin. I peeled the collar of my shirt down and inspected my glyph. The glyph on my chest seared in agony with every breath I took and every beat of my heart. I kept trying and pleading with my brain to fall back asleep yet it refused. I wasn’t even sure what time we arrived home the night before couldn’t have been before midnight. What would she say when she found out I’d lied to her face? What would she think of me then?Īll of these thoughts interrupted my desperately needed REM cycle right around sunrise. But the mere fact Tegan was in the running suggested I was in for trouble. Libby’s injury was obviously the hardest and scariest. How could so many things happen within so few days? I wasn’t sure which was the worst part-the fact that Libby was clinging to life in our infirmary or how I’d lied to Tegan’s face after she specifically asked me not to. To say I’d had a rough week would be the mother of all understatements.Īctually, I wasn’t sure it had even been a full week. For the people who always encouraged me to follow my dreams.
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