My destiny was as a Rogue with the ability to control fire. My destiny was to these two girls, not to have a mate. I rejected my mate. Nova's died for her. I couldn't see this as anything but a hindrance.
"Mate," Cyra whimpered again in my mind. She was not excited like last time, but we still felt the mate bond to this stranger that I knew nothing about. I felt the odd urge to run up to him and embrace him like Nova and Lucien had years ago, but I remained in place and so did he.
"Who are you?" I asked in a demanding and hostile tone.
He stood there with his back leaning against a tree and folded his arms over his chest.
"Is that anyway to speak to your mate?" He asked, he sounded like he was joking more so than being serious. Valentina and Nova looked over at me, dumbfounded.
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