The Oracle’s POVShe got closer despite my previous warning. She was in the temple, though I could not remember how she got in “Come to me Oracle.” Her voice was small, smooth, and lilting like oil.It washed over my skin and my chest hot in that familiar foreign yet pleasant way.“I cannot,” I told her, remaining firm on my words, my doctrine and principles. “Why not?” She asked, tone still soft and tender. “Why will you keep yourself from your mate?”“I am not supposed to—“Suddenly she was not as far as she appeared, she was standing beside me. She traced a finger over my arms, my cuffs, and took my wrist.“You are mine, Kaine.”Her voice remained ever soothing, luring me in like a siren.“And I am yours. Do you not like it? For me to be yours?”I inhaled, knowing the right answer yet, finding it hard to say the word.“Imagine Kaine,” she got on her toes, her fingers wrapped behind my neck gently, warmly, with so much affection.My heart took a maddening beat, I could not keep up
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