Chapter 102

Clary exhaled sharply and after a few seconds, she replied, “Okay, goodbye.” She ended the call. She was not going to say it back, at least not at the moment. 

Clary stood to her feet and yawned. She was feeling a bit faint and it might have probably been because she was hungry and needed food. But she knew that she had to do a few things first before eating. 

She went to the door, locked it, and then headed for the bathroom. Removing her nightgown, she noticed in the mirror that there was a mark on her right shoulder. She squinted her eyes as she took a closer look. 

At first, she thought that it was maybe one of the many marks or scars that she had gotten from the preacher beating on her, but with a closer look, she saw that the mark was detailed well; almost like a drawing or tattoo. 

It looked more like a tattoo. The mark was shaped like a crescent moon. It was not big and had little writing in it that Clary could barely read. 

“Wh