"I'm Isabelle Ignacio," Belle whispered her answer, genuinely believing the man was asking for her name.
A few minutes later, a small crowd of other gym-goers approached them, firing anxious questions. Belle could only offer a dismissive, reassuring smile. "I'm fine, really. I don't have any heart conditions. I think an insect just bit me."
Because she was wearing a sleeveless top, everyone had a clear view of her left chest flaring a sudden, vibrant red. For a fleeting second, the mark resembled an intricate tattoo, but just as quickly as it had appeared, the redness faded into her skin as if it had never been there at all.
Jackson blinked rapidly, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He could have sworn he just saw the distinct silhouette of a spider lily blooming across her chest.
