Marked by the Shadow Prince
mething-or someone-was always watching her. Even in the crowded halls of the unive
red together. Her mind was elsewhere-on Lucien. She hadn't seen him since their last
ed outside, the cold evening air biting at her skin. The
ri
nd of his voice. Dee
st, his dark eyes glinting under the dim light. His presence was m
" His voice was calm, but
use I don't want to be invo
Too late for that, little dove. You bear
ounded. "I'
a finger along her wrist where the mark bur
s around them stirred. A chill ran t
ion darkened. "T
contin