The Viking's Mate Hunt
“No, it’s not my sweat, it is yours. But, I am sure you smell like magic, old magic. Do you think your father’s new woman can be a witch?”
He can ruin every single moment, can’t he? I breathed out, realizing how stupid I was and how foolish it all was. It wasn’t his fault; I am the hormonal idiot. Then, the rest of his sentence stuck, and I spun around to look at him.
“Witch? But, I thought all females here were human?”
“Haven’t you realized yet? We might have two different worlds, but they do work together. Creating parallel words, lives, and events. If you had never come back, you would have been a human for the rest of your life, but coming here opened your alternative destiny.”
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