Chapter 16

Moldys looked at her curiously. Celia quickly controlled her expression and shook her head. “My apologies.” He tilted his head, then continued at a measured pace. “You need to find the one with a scarred mark on the shoulder. The exact shape doesn’t matter, but it won’t look ordinary.” “What kind of scarred mark?” “It will have a distinct shape. A water droplet, a flame, a tree. It may look like a scar, but the person will never have been injured there. It must have been present from birth.”