"Are you sure he can tell us about the marks?" Gabriel asked as he leaned slightly forward.
Amelie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I've never spoken much with Carlos personally," she admitted, "but the priesthood that wolves recognize, the priestesses, the moon temple elders, they all trace their roots back to the witches. That's why I believe Carlos might be able to help. More importantly, I think we can trust him. He can help us more than anyone else."
She glanced down at the bowl resting on the small wooden table between them. Picking up another berry, she popped it into her mouth and added, "I am upset that you didn't share such important information about my mark."
Amelie pouted slightly as she chewed the berry slowly. "You can let me go now," she murmured.
"No," Gabriel replied firmly, tightening his arms around her. One hand moved instinctively to rest over her small bump. "I like holding you like this."
