Lynsandra stretched her neck while seated behind her desk, her hand instinctively reaching for her nape.
"Hmm?"
Her brows lifted as her fingers brushed lower to where her curse mark lay.
"That's weird," she murmured, pulling a small compact mirror from the drawer to check it.
She unzipped her turtleneck slightly and swept her hair aside, angling the mirror to see the mark. She blinked and lightly traced its edges.
"It's… not red?" she whispered.
Normally, the edges of the mark were always inflamed — as if swollen. That was why she kept her hair down most days or wore high-necked clothing to hide it.
"It's not as painful as it was after the full moon," she muttered. "It looks like it's fully healed."
From a distance, it now resembled nothing more than a simple tattoo. It didn't even emit much aura anymore.
Was it because I stepped into a new stage of my life?
