A single drop of tear trailed down Irene's cheek. She quickly wiped her tears and stared at Rhys. "What are you saying? Slyvia is your mate?"
Rhys hissed. "Yes, she is..."
"Then who am I?" Irene's voice cut through the tension, her eyes flashing with anger. "And what's this?" She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a stunning mark on her arm —a beautiful design of two overlapping moons, one black and one white, surrounded by a swirling black mist.
I glanced at her mark, pondering Irene's true identity. What was she? What could the moon signify? One moon represented Rhys, as he was a warlock. So was Irene a witch? At the same time, I glanced at Rhys to see his mark.
Unfortunately, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which made it unable to see the mark on his arm.
