My eyes lose focus staring at the screen. I blink a few times, trying to will the name to change.
It can't be.
It’s not physically possible.
Two deep brown eyes stare back at me on an Idaho license.
Colson Anderson.
My dead mate.
I killed him with my own two hands. Felt the freedom as the bond snapped, tearing our souls from one another.
“Why do you look like a ghost right now?” Reece broke the silence.
I pointed at the screen, “He’s dead,” my finger shook as I held it towards the photo staring back at me. The smile on his face looked like the man I’d fallen for so many years ago, not the deranged man who tried to kill me, “I killed him myself.”
“Uhm, is there more to that story?” Reece questioned with wide eyes. He was staring at the screen, looking at a smiling
