Marked by the forbidden mate
I moved toward the sound, my heart slamming against my ribs, and the fog parted to reveal a woman kneeling on the ground, silver hair, pale skin, Cella's face turned up toward mine with tears already falling.
I nearly reached for her.
My hand was inches from her cheek when I felt the stone in my pocket grow warm against my leg, and something in that warmth made me hesitate, made me look again, look properly, and I saw it.
Her eyes were wrong. Cella's eyes were silver, storm colored, alive with a temper she rarely bothered to hide. This creature's eyes were flat and black, all the way through, no white, no color, just void staring back at me from a face wearing my mate's features like a mask
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