CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

“What?” I stare at her before looking at my own palm and then glaring at her. “It doesn’t say anything like that here!”

The witch studies me, “There is love written in your fate. Love and destruction. The choice you make will carve the path of the worlds.”

I shiver, “You know you don’t have to sound so ominous. And there is no love written in my life. My mate is dead. You’re just full of shit.”

I try to get up, but she yanks me back down by my hand, looking down at it and frowning, “I see no past mate in your life. I see love lines. You loved two individuals. A different for each. And they left you in blood.”

My jaw tightens, “Let’s just stop.”

But she doesn’t listen to me, her grip ironclad as she keeps staring at my palm, “You will have your heart broken still but there is only one who is truly yours. Your souls are aligned.”

Her voice turns quiet, thoughtful, “They have been aligned for so long. Your soul-” She looks up at me baffled, “Your soul is so old.”

I snatch my hand b