LUCIEN
That curse— it had been fifteen years ago. Fifteen years of silence. Fifteen years of keeping distance from every bond that threatened to drag me back into that prophecy. And now here she was—Evelara Stormrune, walking chaos wrapped in mortal skin, undoing everything I had built.
When Leonardo first came to me with his chosen mate, saying he knows if he wasn’t cursed she would have been her fated mate, I thought he was insane. I tried to make him understand but he preferred loving and dying, which had happened eventually.
I always thought that was stupid, but—nowadays the thought arrives again with a new question always lingering within me… Was he truly stupid? Or, this is how he felt?
‘So—you love her now?’ Theron raised a brow, only for me to freeze.
‘Nope! Never!
