Against All Odds
My hand found the edge of the cot, grip tightening.
Zed turned to me, cold fury in his voice. "This is the consequence of defying fate. You were marked for another. For the bond the Seers saw for you. And yet you chose him, a half-breed wolf with witch blood. Now look at what's been born."
"He is mine," I snarled.
"He is more than yours," Prince Rael cut in, his voice sharp. "And he's a threat."
That was when I saw it, envy, dark and twisted, coiled behind Prince Rael's gaze.
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