Her talent mark was gone.
That realization kept Crag’s mind reeling as Obsidian devoured her meal. Licking her lips, Obsidian nuzzled against Crag, sniffing for signs of more food.
“No more for today day, sis.” Crag responded, his voice flat and emotionless.
To think that just days ago, Crag had resented Obsidian earning her talent mark… wished she had never earned it…
He suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
While Golden Writ and his father had ordered Crag to stay away from his sister, every shred of doubt had faded from his mind.
His mind decided, Crag started making plans.