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