This guy who was dragging me down was really scaring me. His grip on my arm was way too tight. I didn’t even know where I was going!

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“To get your mark.” Stephen said.

“I’m not into tattoos” I said blankly.

“It’s not a tattoo.” Stephen said in a friendly way. “It won’t hurt.”

I had a really bad feeling he was about to add “much” to that sentence. I’m glad he didn’t.

Maybe he isn’t so bad after all…