*Ember*
The couch I’m sitting on in the library is so plush, I’m practically sitting in it. I’ve sunk down so low, I might need Mikey to pull me out. He’s still wandering around aimlessly, sighing a lot, pulling books off the shelf, considering them, and then shoving them back in so haphazardly that whenever the librarian comes back on Monday, he or she will probably have a conniption. He’s not even trying.
I try not to pay attention to him, though, especially now that I’m starting to get into this book. When I first plucked it off the shelf, it had been on a whim. I’ve always been curious about fated mates, but my father insists there are no such thing anymore.
The author of this book, A. Moon, would tend to disagree. Even the first page is a proclamation as to why all of the people wh
