Yet this?
This stupid fucking astronomy project had me genuinely nervous.
The screen flickered once.
Then the report generated.
A massive multi-layered celestial map unfolded before me in luminous silver-blue lines.
And there it was.
Alignment.
Perfect fucking alignment.
Ley line resonance.
Emotional compatibility.
Astral convergence.
The stars literally bent toward each other across realms.
Toward us.
Toward her.
Triumph slammed into me so violently I almost laughed.
I fucking knew it.
Even without the charts, I knew it.
Amrin Cordoza was mine.
The stars agreed.
The realms agreed.
Maybe even the Fates themselves agreed.
Now I simply had to convince her.
“Mine,” I growled softly beneath the moonlight, staring up toward her glowing dormitory window.
And gods help anyone who tried taking her from me.
Chapter 12-Sten
The next day passed unbearably slowly.
I skipped my final class entirely because staying away from her any longer felt physically impossible.
That alone should have concerned me.
It didn’t.
I watched from the shadows near the eastern corridors while graduate students filtered from afternoon lectures in clusters.
