Amelia looked at the mark on Cyrus's neck, and something sparked inside her—almost like an instinct.
Before she could control her body and stop herself from doing what she wanted, she stepped ahead and grabbed Cyrus's throat.
Her hand wrapped around his neck before she tilted his head to the side, yanking his shirt down so he could see her art carefully.
Grayson looked at the girl, who no longer looked like herself. She was a complete contrast to the girl he had been talking to in that tea room.
Even Cyrus was shocked at the feeling that travelled inside his body when she grabbed his throat like that. For the first time in his life, his wolf felt that he had met someone worth his attention, someone of the same energy as him.
It must be because of the mark. Or why would he feel something like that from a lantern healer who was as petite as her?
