"Will you tell me who it was?" my sister asked.
"I’d rather go insane!" I broke down crying again.
"Clara, who was it?"
"Why would you think that, Dara? What makes you so sure he's my true mate?"
"I had the same symptoms," she said quietly. "Before I saw Will again. The first days are the worst. Our nature demands closeness. Demands the bond. Judging by your body, he marked you far more than necessary."
"He's insane! A twisted, depraved lunatic!" I screamed. Then I crumbled, sobbing again.
"Clara… who was it?"
"If I tell you… I’ll have to kill you." I said seriously after a pause.
Dara tensed.
I burst out laughing.
"Relax, I’m joking."
"Well, I can see you’re already feeling better," she muttered, clearly offended.
"Yeah. Better. I told you—I'm losing it. I refuse to believe he
