Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning
I pushed toward her—my shadow—each step a fight, the mark screaming, the dagger’s hum a song of its own, urging me on.
“You can’t stop it,” she said, her hand raised, the platform glowing, symbols spiraling upward, matching the dagger’s. “The Veil’s breaking, and you’re the key. Join me, or watch them die.”
The bond twisted, pain lancing through me, and I saw it—a flash, not hers, but the city’s: me, her, standing on this platform, not fighting but ruling, the Veil torn, the void spilling into our world, power in our hands. It wasn’t a memory—it was a promise, her vision, and it felt *right*, like a piece of me wanted it.
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