Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning
“Then we face it together. Whatever you are, Angel, you’re mine first.”
The bond burned, warm and fierce, and I leaned into his touch, clinging to it, to him, against the cold truth of the city, the Between, the war I was born into. But the mark pulsed, and I felt her—faint, distant, but stirring, her laugh a shadow in my mind, and now him, the Architect, his promise of a throne, a world remade, lingering like a poison.
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