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Chapter 204 – “The Gift, the Girl, and the Goddamn Prophecy”

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 17:31:37

Theo’s Point of View

Two weeks.

That’s all I have until Eva’s birthday.

Two weeks until the prophecy is supposed to start unraveling like a cursed sweater knitted by Fate herself. Two weeks until all hell might break loose. And what am I doing? Pacing back and forth like a lunatic in my office, wearing a hole in the rug and stressing over two equally terrifying things:

1. The end of the world as we know it.

2. What the hell to buy my mate for her birthday.

And not just any birthday. Her eighteenth. The first birthday she gets to celebrate without blood on her hands, without chains on her ankles, without someone else telling her who the hell she’s supposed to be.

No pressure.

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. “Aries? You there, buddy? I could really use a pep talk right now.”

There’s a pause, then I feel a sleepy stretch in the back of my head. The way he moves reminds me of a cat waking up in the sun—leisurely, smug, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m spira
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