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It’s a male I’ve never seen before, but at the same time, I know exactly who he is.
Because my stomach clenches.
My entire world shatters and the breath rushes out of me on a silent gush of air.
Not a sound, or a gasp, or else I would kill this perfect creature.
Mine. The word forms in my head with such solidity that it scares me.
The world seems a little bit brighter, even in the soft dusk of sunset in Lapland, suggesting my pupils have blown wide.
His do the same until the potion takes effect, leaving him with a dazed sense of confusion.
Now I’m really in trouble.
Because I just threw a memory-altering potion at my fated mate.
Chapter2
Issy
The male with a sinfully kissable jawline blinks at me a few times.
It takes me a moment to realize his pupils have shrunk. His eyes are incredibly dark, like a starless night where even the dead finally sleep.
He’s so beautiful.
So perfect.
Entirely mine.
Fate magic is extremely powerful. After watching it destroy my sister and build her back up again, I’m both hopeful and afraid of what my own experiences might be like.
I already know the dark side of it, having been subjected to the same spell as my sister and forced into a bond that fate didn’t approve of.
Until I killed him, anyway.
Thisconnection, though, is the real deal. Burning desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt crawls through my veins, pleasantly warming me when I’m more accustomed to the ever-present chill of the death plane.
I knew if I ever encountered my fated mate, it would hit like a death stone.
But I didn’t expect the impact to be so distracting and all-consuming.
Soalluring.
Because all I want to do is climb this man like a tree even when I have no idea who he is or why he’s here.
My thighs clench and my lungs struggle to take in air because I need this male’s kiss like I need oxygen.
Logically, I know I need to keep my distance.
My body seems to have other ideas in mind.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I ignore the urge to reach out to my twin.
I need to focus, so I opt for my second-favorite habit to center myself, which is mentally reciting the translation of the word “death” in as many languages as I know.
Which is a lot.
