Elena's words remained suspended in the night air long after she had spoken, and Alessandro found himself staring at the crimson line beneath his skin as though it belonged to another man. It had reached the inside of his elbow, where its faint glow pulsed in time with his heartbeat, yet the sensation accompanying it was not pain but something far more unsettling: a quiet pressure, as though an unseen hand had found a place inside him and was learning the shape of his body. He looked towards the balcony doors through which Elara had disappeared, suddenly wishing he had called her back before the healer revealed what was happening, but the thought of frightening her with another mystery made him hesitate.
