Emily bit back a scream, gritting her teeth in agony. Her arm throbbed painfully with every passing second and she could taste the smell of charred flesh in the air.
Slowly rising to his feet, Merlin's eyes glowed an ethereal silver.
He stared at the marks in her hands for a few moments then slowly turned in a slow circle.
"This... "
Victoria threw him a questioning glance.
" Is there anything that you can do?"
She'd already scanned the room with her psionic ability, but her psionic waves picked up nothing.
And yet—
The mark on the girl's hand was undoubtedly caused by something or someone. For the briefest of moments, she'd felt it.
Merlin returned her gaze for a few moments then shook his head.
" Not now. No. Whoever our mysterious guest was, he has already left. He has already accomplished what he'd set out to do. "
Victoria's brows furrowed in confusion.
"And what had he set out to do ?"
Merlin smirked pointing to the mark on Emily's arm.
