Sinclair whisked Coco to the side, his hand resting on her arm and stared deeply into her eyes.
"Master, there's something you need to see." The hybrid said, his gaze serious. "Mr. Kairo has a mark."
Coco's alarmed expression faded momentarily, replaced by curiosity.
A mark? Like a symbol? What kind of mark anyway? What kind of mark could be so significant enough to stir such concern from Sinclair?
Coco's frown deepened with concern, her mind racing to make sense of the hybrid's words.
"A mark?" She repeated, her attention focused on Sinclair's shaded information. "Did something happen to him before you arrived here? Is that the cause of the mark.. Or whatever you're telling me?"
Sinclair nodded, his expression grave.
