Marked

I was born with the mark that singled me out as one of five Guardians who each protects an ancient scroll. You know the kind—the type of scroll that, when you possess it, you become a Super Jedi.

Who the hell decided that I should have this gig, and what the hell were they thinking, giving me that kind of responsibility? 

I had to learn all the rules about protecting my scroll, but now I've made up my own: I won't have anything to do with it or my supposed duties as a Guardian. The one time I followed their rules the person I loved most died. 

The new rule works too—until a mysterious man walks into my life. He knows too much, about me and the scrolls. And then I find out he's a Guardian too. Every time he looks at me, I can only wonder one thing: is he trying to steal my scroll or my heart?

Marked