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Chapter Forty-seven: Rosie

"I have no idea what just happened but I think it failed." I shot David a look. Captain Obvious strikes again.

My glare broke when a loud thump echoed throughout the old building.

"Looks like you can't get away." Ivory stepped out of the shadows. A gasp leaked from my mouth when I noticed the state she was in.

While one side of her hair was barely still in a bun, the other bun had been completely chopped off by a blade. There were long, narrow cuts under her eyes. The slits even had dried blood stained around the area. Ivory's clothes were reduced to shreds that only hung to her bruised skin by a single thread.

"Wow," Brandon mumbled as a puzzled David frowned.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on? Why is there a one-armed, bloody girl right in front of us? Where are we? Why is Rosie holding her stomach like it hurts?"

Cassidy peered at my stomach which caused me to turn my back on her. If she found out that I was marked I might as well throw away my pride. Most humans wouldn't find it that big of a deal. Those fools would stupidly file being marked under the same category as receiving a tattoo. Any supernatural being with sense in their head would understand that David now owned me with this mark. if he wished to punish me for disobeying him all he would have to do was say a spell while thinking of the mark and I'd be pained.

The only benefit of this whole disaster was that David must've had his mark somewhere on his body. as long as I could see the image once I could fight fire with fire and send spells back at him!

"T-That's right..." Ivory's shaking voice halted my train of thought. "Even if i do kill them he'll end me for failing. i'm trapped in a corner and death is the only way out."

The four of us shared a look. She didn't seem to be talking about anyone in particular. I watched as Brandon's muscles tightened and only slightly relax when ivory casually strolled over the boarded up wall.

Using nothing more than her remaining hand, she shoved the blade from her belt in between two close yet firm planks. When she was positive the weapon would stay she stood next to the knife.

We all stood silently. This was probably a trick to lure us into a false sense of security. Why else would she abandon her weapon like that?

Without warning she rammed the side of her shaved head into the blade while laughing, blood splattering all over our horrified faces.