I hold Roselyn's cold hand and feel the mate bond thrumming between us. This shouldn't be possible, the Moon Goddess paired me with the girl from the prophecy, the girl everyone wants dead, the girl who's been tortured for three months. My mate. "I'll be right back," I tell her. She doesn't respond, might not even hear me, "just stay alive a little longer." I leave the cell, Father is waiting in the corridor with two guards. "I need supplies," I tell him, "fresh water, clean bandages, medicine, food." "Pete," Father starts. "Now," I say firmly, "she's dying, infections everywhere, if she dies before we figure this out, we lose any chance of understanding the prophecy." Father hesitates, then nods to the guards, "get what he needs, quickly." The guards leave, Father looks at me. "Are you sure about the bond?" he asks, "sometimes in stressful situations, we can feel things that aren't really there." "I'm sure," I say, "I've never felt anything like this before, it's her, she's
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