The message on the wall pulsed like a heartbeat. Blue silver light throbbed under my palm, warm then cold, like it could not decide which element to commit to. Typical Aurek nonsense. Dramatic for absolutely no reason.
“I swear,” I muttered, leaning in, “if this is another one of his cryptic jokes I am going to feed him a brick.”
Beau murmured behind me, “Please do not touch it again.”
“I am barely touching it,” I argued.
“You are touching it.”
“Barely.”
He sighed in a way that told me he was already done with me and the wall both. The kind of sigh that said he wished for five uninterrupted minutes without me touching glowing death scribbles, which was honestly rude of him to expect.
The moment my fingers brushed the glowing scratch marks, a jolt snapped through my arm. My vision bl
