Amelia lay in her bed, feeling restless, as if something was weighing heavily on her heart.
It didn't help that the mark was burning repetitively.
It had calmed when Sylas hugged her and stayed neutral until she was close to Cyrus, but from the moment she returned to the Grand Palace, something was wrong with her body.
It has been heating up, and it wasn't her arousal heat. It was different, as if her body was urging her to do something. But what and how was she supposed to know?
The woman she had met last time had asked her to let it flow, to allow it to roam freely in her body, as the energy inside her was different and needed control and power.
Amelia understood that much, but what was she supposed to do to give that power to this mark? Was that even a thing?
She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep.
Darkness slowly crept into her vision, slowly taking her to her subconscious state.
