Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates
The ability to feel the wind on my face and in my fur–
I shuddered. And to my embarrassment, Jesamine’s eyes narrowed, as if I had proven her point.
“Then you get it.” To my surprise, her words weren’t cruel; rather, they held some notion of recognition and vindication. As if despite being miles apart from each other right now, we shared something beyond this baby between us.
“Here you are, Perrin,” Jennivah said, pushing open the door and handing me a few pamphlets. My head jerked to greet her, and I took the brochures. “Read through these before Friday and I’ll answer any questions you have, okay?”
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