“It burns!” Rebekah muttered furiously. She ran her thumb across the ugly mark on the delicate skin of her wrist in a futile attempt to relieve the irritation. Of course, it wasn’t just the unsightly mark that had her so irritable, but the curse that had infected her mind, body and soul along with it. Sighing, she tugged her sleeve down and folded her arms. She tried to adopt a more optimistic outlook--her plight would be over soon. It had to be. This was her last-ditch attempt. If Esther couldn’t help her, no one could.