Amelia's POV

Sydney lies curled comfortably in my lap, her fingers gliding over the screen of her phone as I slowly weave my hand through the vibrant strands of her fiery red hair. The way her hair catches the light, shimmering like embers against her pale skin, always mesmerizes me—it fits her personality perfectly: wild, passionate, unyielding.

Now that she’s marked me, that invisible but unbreakable bond formed from my imprinting on her has deepened, growing ...