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I reached the reading table. There was a book on it. Face down, open, the spine slightly worn from being held many times in the same position. I recognized the binding; I had seen books from this series before, in the palace library, part of a collection on the history of shifter bonds in Aetherwyn. I picked it up carefully and turned it over. The chapter heading at the top of the open page read: Suppressed Bonds and Their Consequences. I stood at the table in the quiet library and looked at that heading for a long time.

He had the full symptom list on the board, written out in neat columns, dated references from three different academic books, and the particular energy of a professor who had found his material genuinely interesting and intended to make sure everyone in the room felt the same way whether they wanted to or not. "Rare cases," he said, moving along the board. "Bonds that form despite significant mutual resistance. Both parties actively rejecting the connection. Both parties, in some documented cases, entirely unaware of each other's classification." He underlined something. "The bond forms anyway. The wolf doesn't ask permission." My pen stopped moving.

For some strange reason, my stomach churned but I pushed it aside as I flipped through quickly, scanning and searching for anything that felt familiar. Bonding rituals, hierarchy structures, and even claiming. My breath slowed, then hitched as I found it. A passage, just tucked at the corner, held a title “Rare cases of Dual Tethering” and I stilled. My eyes moved slower now, taking in each word more carefully. The words ‘unstable, often suppressed or corrected’ stared back at me as my fingers tightened against the page. Corrected? What did they mean by that? A second reference appeared further down. This one was more fragmented, and less detailed, but I read through either way.

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

He looked pale, he wasn't okay and Fr Tanaka knew it. 'Is this the so-called twins bond I have been hearing about? Because of one, the other looks like a mess. They really are twins. Sigh, I really wish he would cheer up a little bit.' Fr Tanka thought to himself. Mainly looking at Sasuke, he could not help shaking his head. This boy he was asked to take care of was really something else. If not that he knew their secret, he would have thought that his ward was madly in love with his student.

As much as I did not want to show any emotion, I can't help it. He clenched his jaw tightly. He let out a deep sigh before he moved. I watched him as he walked towards the headboard and reached for my wrist. My eyes widened when I felt the tie slowly loosening around my wrist. He grabbed both of my hands and examined my wrist. His forehead was creased as his lips were pursed tightly as though he was seeing something he hated the most. I felt him gently caressing my wrist. I swallowed hard. "Tss. Look what you have done," he breathed under his breath as his eyes were still on my wrist.

Well, I know his name now, I think to myself. "I know a little about angels, but I know more about witches. The witch is using the bond that is created between them to cause pain, but I take it that they are not marked yet, am I correct?" He says while looking toward Luca and me. I simply give them a shake of my head no.

As if wanting to guage her expression. " You can read, Principessa. I know your papa had you schooled". Her hands fisted at her side but she turned her attention back to the documents anyway. Her eyes scanned the first few lines before the words blurred together. Marriage certificate. Her name next to his. Lorenzo Mozetti Spaces for witnesses, for dates, for seals. She looked up at him, her breath shallow"You're not being serious." Lorenzo didn't blink. "I've never been more serious in my life, cara mia."

“He’s a leech—he hires, he delays, and when he’s bled you dry, he disappears.” Sienna stiffened. “And what makes you an expert on my clients?” Alessandro’s smile sharpened. “Because men like him crawl to men like me when they’re desperate.” The words hung between them—an unspoken truth wrapped in velvet. Sienna’s heart pounded. She should walk away. She should smile politely, murmur an excuse, and disappear into the crowd before she got too close to the fire that was Alessandro Moretti. But she didn’t move. Because there was something in his gaze—something lethal and captivating all at once.

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.