Ilara
My hands were shakingwhen I finished reading it, and then I read it again and again. Fire raged in my soul. Violence pounded through my blood. Darkness rose within me as revenge coated my senses and demanded that I claim vengeance for what had been done to my mate. Mylove.
A roaring wind spiraled through my veins as power rumbled the floor beneath my feet. I slid her letter into my tunic, keeping it close to my heart. I would read it each night. Read those words and scent her alluring essence that clung to the single page. Every time I felt my hope slipping, I would read it and remember.
Ilara would return. She would fight to stop the tyrant on the throne, and she asked that I fight in her absence.
Because one day we would be reunited, and I would be ready for her.
My mate.
Myqueen.
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