Instead, his whole face changed. His smile disappeared instantly. The color drained out of him completely.
His eyes were locked on a small, dark birthmark on her exposed shoulder.
He froze completely. His breathing went shallow. “No,” he whispered. “That’s impossible.”
“Desmond, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up fast. He couldn’t answer me.
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