“What prophecy is that, that I could have possibly activated?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. The words felt fragile as they left my mouth, as though speaking them too loudly might shatter whatever thin thread still connected us. "There's no doubt about it, you did activate it," he said, Matter-of-fact. Fear coiled tightly around my chest not just fear of the prophecy itself, but fear that he might refuse to answer, or worse, that the truth would change everything between us beyond repair. For a moment, Ashton said nothing. He stood there, tall and unmoving, his expression carved from stone. The flickering torchlight danced across the sharp lines of his face, emphasizing the shadows beneath his eyes, shadows I hadn’t noticed before. They made him look tired. Haunted. Then, to my surprise, he spoke. “The prophecy states,” he said slowly, each word measured, deliberate, “that I will meet my end in the hands of my true mate.” Immediately the world tilted. I froze
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