“Hey there, stranger,” she purred, sauntering toward me with the confidence of someone who had never heard no. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
Ever since the night of the festival, I have avoided Valora like a plague, not only because I had found my mate but because I wasn’t sure what her magic allowed her to see. Could warlocks sense mate bonds? Could they smell pheromones or see red strings that tied the fates of two people together?
I didn’t know for sure, but if there was one thing I was sure of in this f*****g cluster of confusion, it was Valora’s obsession with me; it was dangerous. She had no problem burning the school to the ground to obliterate anyone who stood in the way of her access to me.
I had a plan for everything in my life, except this. I had hoped the moon goddess wou
