Orion was glaring intensely as HE approached her. Her words had no effect.
***
Why was he walking toward me? I started to come back from the edge I was standing on. The fury subsiding with each step he took closer.
Was he reaching out his hand to me?
Am I grabbing it?
Stop it. Do not do that.
Shoot. I grabbed his hand.
***
In that instant their hands touched for the first time. And a force pushed their hands together almost breaking their bones, pain rippling through their hands they both grunt and flinch as their hand turned red. Burning. And then it was over. The force pushing their hands together, gluing them had dropped. The fire melting their hands had ceased. Their skin tender as they pulled away looking at their hands.
There it was
A crescent moon burning into the blackened skin.
A mark.
They'd been marked.