I say to Delaney as we pass Sam on the way out of history class. The minute I glance over at him he averts his gaze, but not before I catch the predatory way his eyes rove over Delaney’s body. Delaney just playfully swats my arm. “Why, Micah. You sound jealous.” There is a teasing gleam in her emerald eyes. The corners of my mouth twitch in irritation. “I’m serious.” I glance behind us. Sam stands at the edge of the classroom in his standard all black attire, watching us as we make our way down the hallway. His face wears a pensive look. Shivers brush over my skin. “His arms are bare. He doesn’t have any of our markings.” “So?” “So?” I’m incredulous. “He’s our enemy.” “Oh please. Just because he’s not a follower of Zerach, that doesn’t make him a bad guy. He lives on the outskirts of town, that’s all. It’s not like he has the symbol of fire on his forehead.
