Chapter .4.

To be the sun,  you first have to burn *** Mark left that next morning. He only packed a backpack, before loading it in the back of Jace's truck and climbing in. He waved goodbye, saying he would be back to visit in a month. I glance at father when the road is empty. Glance and wonder what I will do with him. What I will say to him. In a month. A month of father. "I'm going to the pack house." Father glances at me and steps forward, licking his thumb before rubbing it roughly across my cheek. I flinch from the contact. Flinch from the flesh across my skin. "Hold still, Lexie. You can't go to the pack house with paint on your face." I stay still at those words. It's father. Just father. The words are repeated over and over within my head. Soon he sends me off. Satisfied with my appearance. And the day goes on. Staying up late within the night painting. Waking up and going to the pack house. Having the females coo over me.