Rosa's fingers brushed against my scarf, and I flinched so hard it was as if she had set fire to my skin.
For a moment, she didn't react. Just stood there, tilting her head ever so slightly, like a cat toying with its prey. Then, slowly, it made my stomach churn.
Her lips curled into a sinister smirk.
She had seen it. The mark. Of course, she must have. I should have known when she stood behind my door that she would have used her elevated hearing to eavesdrop on us.
Panic surged through me like lightning striking the same spot twice. I jumped forward, trying to yank the scarf back over my neck, but Rosa was faster. Her grip clamped around my wrists like an iron shackle, pinning them in place.
"Ah-ah," she tutted, shaking her head as though I were a disobedient child. "Now, why would you want to hide something so… scandalous?"
