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Ava
I climbed back into bed, staring into Jace’s eyes. He stared back, a smile playing on his lips.
He reached up to stroke my cheek, his finger making contact with my skin.
“Ahh!” I cried, jumping back. His touch had ignited a flame to my skin. It felt like my neck was literally burning off. Jolts of unpleasant electricity flew threw me.
“What- what did I do?” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.
“Oh, god, Jace, the Mark… It burns.”
**************, Ava, I’m so sorry. Are you alright now?” he asked.
I nodded, sinking back into the bed. “I-I… Yeah.”
Ava
“Is it only when I touch you?”
I thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I was fine before.”
**************. I’m really sorry.” He sounded like he blamed himself.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not your fault.” Really, though, I was absolutely terrified. Was this normal? Was I some kind of freak or something? What was wrong with me? Maybe it was a sign- maybe Jace and I shouldn’t even be together at all. Oh, god, please don’t let it be a sign- not after he Marked me. Is there even any way to turn back?
Roman
My fists still clenched, I stormed out of the cabin, hopping off the bridge, sliding my hands down the ladder.
I walked along the beach, coming at a stop near a jetty. There was something farther up ahead, some kind of figure on the ground. I couldn’t really see it clearly- even after Ava was Marked- so it must’ve been far.
I hurried over to the figure, praying it wasn’t Ava.
Mystery
My lungs were filled, salt stinging my tongue, and the cold ocean breeze sending chills down my already-soaked body. I hiccupped, a bit of water spraying out of my mouth. I fell onto my side, defeat coursing through my body.
I’d swum so long. At least I’ll get to die on the land. I made it to an island- The island. I made it, I thought, a small sense of accomplishment running through me, making me crack a slight smile.
Warmth wrapped around my body, and I felt the world spin around me, the sky becoming closer.
Maybe this is what dying feels like.
My head lolled to the side, all strength leaving me. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was a handsome man’s face.
Roman
It was a girl. Not Ava, no, but a beautiful girl, nonetheless. Her wet dark, dark hair fanned out around her head, her eyes closed, long eyelashes fluttering the least bit. Her skin was pale, but she had a sort of elegance as if she was a porcelain doll- probably some type of supernatural, I thought.
I gathered her small, fragile body in my arms and set off down the beach. Her eyelids opened once, revealing little brown stones in place of her eyes. I sighed, hoping I could save her.
I had to save her.
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