"Let me help you." Cyrus placed his hand on Amelia's hand to stop her from moving.
Rather than taking her straight to the participants' chambers, he brought her to the Grand Palace so he could tend to her.
"Don't touch me. I am not your queen." Amelia swatted his hand away playfully, and the man's eyes darkened in a second.
Sylas took over without a warning and pinned Amelia to the wall, ensuring he didn't hit her head as he looked into her eyes, his breathing becoming ragged.
"My love, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love you with everything I have to offer and can't offer, but I won't allow anyone to disrespect my wife, my love, my mate, my queen, not even you," Sylas snarled at her.
Amelia's pupils dilated, not with surprise, but with budding emotions in her heart.
All she wanted to do at that moment was kiss the hell out of him.
She leaned forward to place her lips on his, closing her eyes.
