"The mark… it didn't appear," Amelie whispered. "I think…" Her words faded as Gabriel gently pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her.
He slowly lowered his hand, sitting up to meet her gaze. "Don't think anything meaningless," he said. "Sometimes the mark just… isn't visible."
It was a gentle lie, or maybe a hope wrapped in kindness. He couldn't bear to see the sadness in her eyes.
"But I've never heard that," Amelie replied, her brows drawing together.
"That's because most don't know everything," Gabriel said. "I can already feel the magic between us, Amelie. That's what matters."
Her expression softened, though her confusion lingered. "How?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
Gabriel's lips curved into a faint smile. "It's hard to explain. But it's I can feel different. The bond between us is deeper than any mark or sign. It's in the way my heart races when you're near, the way your voice stays in my head when you're not."
