RAYNE
Reid's fists were still pounding against the bathroom door. Before I could pull my dress back on, the door burst open.
His hands possessively landed on my hips as he pulled me close. His eyes landed on the mirror, on my back.
He moved his hand to the small of my back, stroking the rough pad of his thumb over the mark.
A burning sensation spread through my back. I turned to look in the mirror, and the mark started glowing silver.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice trembling as I watched the silver light pulse in the mirror, matching the heavy thud of my heart.
Reid didn’t answer immediately. His grip on my hips tightened, his knuckles turning white. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by a look of raw, predatory awe.
"It’s the Mark of the First Mother," he rasped, his voi
