Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning
He roared, the chasm pulsing, and she appeared—my shadow, her form solid now, stepping from the light, her hand reaching for me.
“Mine,” she hissed, and the bond snapped, not breaking but doubling, like she was part of it, part of me. I froze, the dagger slipping, and Lucian tackled her, his blade sinking into her side. She screamed—my scream—and dissolved, but not before her hand grazed my chest, cold, searing, leaving a mark that burned through my skin.
The chasm closed, the pass reforming, the Keeper gone, but the mark pulsed, a new symbol—hers, mine, theirs. I collapsed, Lucian catching me, his voice a lifeline—“Stay with me, Angel, please.”
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