Blood rushed to Silas's lower body as he saw where Kyra was pointing, a mix of disbelief and excitement coursing through him. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her lower back, and suddenly, a sparkling mark appeared on her skin, shimmering with ethereal energy. He looked up, shock flooding his expression as he realized it was his mark.
A rush of emotions swept over him—relief, joy, and a sense of foolishness for not having asked her sooner. He should have known, should have trusted their bond. But just as quickly as his thoughts turned to joy, he was met with Kyra's glare as she turned back to face him.
"You look hot, my love…" he said, trying to lighten the mood with a laugh, awkwardness creeping into his voice.
" I know, I look hot… hump!" she retorted, pulling on his ear with unexpected strength.
"Ow! Oh, sorry, sorry, miss angry bird…" Silas muttered, a grin spreading across his face despite the teasing pain.
