“Where’s your mark, Abigail?” Tally asked, after having shown her own on her midriff and seeing Raelle’s, a silvery-white one shaped almost like a dove, on the side of her neck.

Abigail smirked. “Yeah, mine’s super close to my vagina, so maybe when we know each other better I’ll show you guys.”

Tally accepted the explanation, but Raelle stared at her with burning eyes, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Raelle knew the truth—-that yes, it actually was just right above her vagina, but the real reason Abigail was reluctant to show her mark was that it too was a silvery-white dove.