"This can't be possible. No. This can't be. I am dreaming. Yes. That's the only reasonable answer." Dominic shook his head in pure shock.
His gaze was fixed on the girl, who looked atrociously beautiful, like a hell's goddess with the wolf's spirit growling behind her, her fingers dancing in the air, controlling the elements around her like her second nature.
Her blazing golden eyes looked like molten gold as she looked straight at him.
"You wish," she smiled.
Dominic ordered his men to attack the girl, and though the subordinates could see that attacking this girl would mean death, they had vowed loyalty to him and couldn't help but comply.
The subordinates rushed to her with swords, some pointing their guns at her. However, Amelia couldn't even feel the slightest worry or fear in her bones.
The shield extended around her, and she blinked her eyes, the minuscule second enough to shatter the weapons the subordinates were holding.
