My Fated Mate
If the guy was going to kill me because, let’s face it, that seemed pretty much inevitable then I figured I deserved a real bath before I bit the dust.
The weird thing was, the water actually felt…well. Too good. Not like home, where every shower smelled like a haunted pipe and left me shivering for hours. This? It should’ve been comforting. Rather it was making me feel more pain.
And then out of nowhere, the shower curtain got yanked aside.
I froze.
No, I mean, I literally stopped breathing.
Agora stood there, like some six-foot-tall nightmare. His stare cut right through me, icy and fast, before he jerked his gaze away so hard I swear I heard his neck crack.
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