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I stared at the woman in front of me. Her strong jawline, the dimples in her cheek, the oceans in her eyes. Framed with dark curls and long eyelashes, she was a natural beauty. With soft hands and soothing words, she gained my trust. With gentle hands and tender kisses, she won my heart. My mate, my life, my everything.
And now it was all shattered. Hurt flashed through her eyes as I pulled my hands away. My voice broke, the trust gone. “You what?”
“I didn’t expect I’d meet you. None of us did.”
I bit the anger back, not wanting the voices to return. “You came to steal the Sacred Stone from my village?”
“Oh, so it’s your village now? I thought you never wanted to return?” she bit back.
“So this is why you joined me on my quest? You thought I would lead you straight to the Stone?”
