The Queen's Mark

Hidden witch royalty. A prophecy that must be fulfilled. Four sexy warlocks with an agenda. When I drop to my knees on my twenty-fourth birthday, I figure it'll be at least from some hard alcohol. I mean, let's be real. There is plenty of that in my system that night, but what brings me to my knees is certainly unexpected. The mark hurts like a b*tch and appears out of nowhere, stamping my arm like a brand, but what happens next trips me out more than the appearance. This guy seems to mater...