My Fated Mate
Turning, I saw the rest of the guardians had regrouped, their expressions mirroring our own astonishment.
Lysandra, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the air, remarked, "This place, it feels... alive, aware. It's as if time itself is observing us."
Before we could ponder on her observation, a soft melody began to play around us. I recognized it instantly; it was our song, the one Alec and I shared, its notes carrying memories of stolen glances and whispered promises.
Alec, pulling me close, whispered, "No matter where we are, our song finds us, binding us together."
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