Putting aside the albums he'd pulled, he considered what to tell her. Most of them weren't things he wanted to discuss with anyone except Magnus or his family. Death and blood that wasn't red. A broken little boy...
Closing his eyes, he forced himself to move away from that particular memory. "Magnus was right about that the marks meant. For me at least. I don't know if they're the same for you."
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Closing his eyes, he forced himself to move away from that particular memory. "Magnus was right about that the marks meant. For me at least. I don't know if they're the same for you."