"Then I guess we're opposites. But...in a similar way," Piritta breathed. She felt unable to speak loudly after that touch with the electricity lingering in her body. She pulled away with a silent nod. Twisting, she pushed down the back of her dress to reveal the mark placed in the delicate dip there. "I always thought it was rather pretty there though. Even if I wasn't looking, I wondered..." Just who would the owner of that mark be? Would they be beautiful like the mark? Exotic like the the gem? She thought that perhaps her imagination didn't reach far enough because she was starting to believe that Cyril was her mate.