Not only do I run right into my stepsister, Sophia, but now my bastard ex, David, knows the truth—Henry and I are fated mates.
What's he going to do? Is he going to drag me away right now, lock me up where I'll never see the light of day again?
Pure terror floods my veins as I watch David advance on me, his eyes burning with a murderous rage.
"That's not it, David," Sophia suddenly whispers, seizing David, leaning close to his ear. Her eyes lock on me, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "How could a b***h like Zara possibly be lucky enough to be Maxwell's fated mate?"
"Haven't you noticed? She's been terrified this whole time, trembling. What does that mean? No one's behind her. If she's really Maxwell's fated mate, she should be confronting us with her head held high, instead of panickin
