Scarred by fate
he draws out, like I’ve asked the dumbest question ever.
“Mine is too,” I say, feeling a thrill run through me. “And I was also born at three minutes past midnight, on the Blood Moon seventeen years ago.”
“No way!” His eyes go wide, and then he stills, a bemused expression crossing his face. I’m, trying to process this strange coincidence. My mind flashes back to something my great aunt once told me. “My great aunt was an oracle,” I say, glancing back at Xander. “She used to say that people born on the same day, at the same time, share a soul connection. Something about how their fates are intertwined.”
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