Asena
My hands are still shaking as I sit in the passenger seat of Keith’s car. I look down and see blood on my hand, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
My sense of relief is mixed with overwhelming guilt.
I stabbed Mason. I stabbed the man I was falling for.
His feelings might have been fake, but not mine. He made me fall for him. And he made me stab him. It was the price for my freedom.
Tears stream down my face as I remember the pain and betrayal in his eyes when I stabbed him.
"How are you feeling, Asena?" Keith asks.
"I'm still shaking," I admit, "especially given that his blood is still on my hand."
Melissa, who is sitting in the backseat, clarifies, "Not just any blood, Asena. Your soulmate's blood."
“He gave me no choice,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
“I cannot belie
