Of all the things she could have done, all the words she could have said, Cinead had not expected Anna to reach out her hands, take his face between them, and pull his mouth down to meet hers. He had never experienced a kiss himself before that moment, had only seen it portrayed in movies or books, glimpsed couples with their lips pressed together. He didn't realize until that exact moment how powerful such a thing was. As soon as his lips touched Anna's, warm and soft, The strongest surge of electricity and fire he had felt yet coursed through his body. And he realized that she cared for him just as deeply as he cared for her.

In that instant was when it happened. He called forth his magic, Magic he had never dreamed of using, and surrounded him and Anna in it's wash of power. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer to him, lifted her off the ground, and then used one of his hands to hold her face against his, deepening the kiss. As soon as he realized that she was excepting him, still wanted him despite knowing what he was, every cell in his body cried [I]mine![/I]  and that's when the magic reached out, took a hold of both of their souls, And bound them together in chains of fire. She was his, he was hers. Cinead, his irises now The brightest of golds, opened his eyes just in time to see the magic, dancing around them like heatless flames, caress along Anna's skin and leave behind an image in it's likeness, proclaiming their bond. And he realized with a thrill of victory that he had just claimed Anna, his Anna, as his mate.