One - Hundred Eighteen: Marks

One-Hundred Eighteen: Marks

Alexis

All of us women were currently down in the rec room with all the kids. All the men are having one of their “meetings” at Marcus and Jason’s place. I guess really it’s my place too. I wonder when those guys will get a cue and realize that they are not being as sneaky as they think. It makes it blatantly obvious when they congregate in one spot that they are up to something. They are being ridiculous.

“So how are we going to find this black market ring?” I ask.

I touch the mark on my wrist. Draydon’s brother Haze gave it to me. We were best friends, so I was pissed and devastated when he was taken. How dare they take him. I gave him a mark as well. He has been missing now for 1500 years now. I know he isn’t dead because he said that if he were to die, I would feel it threw the mark. I know he has to be in some cell being held like an animal or in someone’s private collection. I really want to shut this black market ring the fuck dow