Frustrations
Drake flattens his palm over mine on the page. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need an oracle anymore. You and I—,” his eyes rake my body meaningfully. “It does matter, Drake,” I insist. “It’s not a coincidence. The first and the last of Ejder’s lineage. The first and the last of Jericho’s lineage. The first and the last of the Alpha wolf’s lineage. We’re all here.” My eyes drift away from his to stare, unseeing, at the book on the table before us. “We’re starting over,” I whisper. “Oh God.” He rises, pacing a few feet away before he turns and looks at me again. “Then anything can happen, can’t it?” Astounded to realize what’s happened, I nod silently. “You—me—Channing,” he continues. “Any of us could live or die. In any configuration.” I nod again. All our fates lie in my hands. He
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