Intirmating Marks

“I cannot understand Circe or Cathy in the slightest.” Catherine mumbled, staring at their interlocking hands high above their heads. “How could they resist the pull caused by the mark?”

“Precisely because she lived her entire life here.” Silas answered, startling her from her thoughts, and she glanced over the arm of the couch to see him leaning against the door, arms crossed, eyes hidden behind his odd glasses. “You were the one to respond to them, though, so I believe I now understand what happened. Your soul was not the only soul displaced in their mistake.”

“You think hers was too?” She wondered as she lifted the blankets to cover the red love bites that littered her skin from Zion’s lips. “Maybe her soul originally belonged to the world I grew up in?”

Silas stared at her for a moment before closing his eyes again, his body pushing off the door to walk closer. It would make sense,