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Rosalia's POV: “Urgh,” I groaned, slamming shut the book I’d been looking at. “It’s no use Hunter, there’s nothing there, I’ve already looked,” I glance over to see he’s reading a book I’d already considered and then discarded. “There’s nothing here. I don’t know why.” I lean my head on the table and sigh, feeling his hand on my shoulder seconds later. Easing some of the tension inside. “I have no idea why I can see the marks - as you can - but no one else. Does that mean they’re not real?” I hadn’t considered that theory but now I’ve said it it seems impossible not to contemplate. Hunter frowns. “I think if they weren’t real you and I wouldn’t be able to see them either.” Another sigh. “I think whatever marks you and Ash share with Leila are real but I can’t explain why no one else can