Jessica’s POV
Making peace with the past…
Fred’s words echoed in my head like a broken cassette record. I clenched my jaw and looked away from him, not ready to admit that he just might be right.
What I had for Eric was nothing but hatred, but that wouldn’t change the fact that he was my fated mate, and he caused a huge scar in my heart.
Before I could process my thoughts entirely and respond to Fred, we heard movements from the gate that caught both of our attention.
Right there, walking in a long stride with an air of confidence, approaching the training ground like he owned the palace and whose presence was remarkably drawing a few wary glances, was Eric.
My hands subconsciously found their way back to my scimitar, holding it tightly, as though I was drawing out some strength for
