Tessa's POV
"Fated–fated mate?"
I breathe out the words like they're the opening lines to a horror movie, like I'm terrified of speaking them aloud.
Like if I somehow hold them back, they'd somehow stop being true.
Evander has found his Fated mate. Which means things between the two of us…
As I stare up at them wide-eyed, Carol's rude voice cuts through the room eagerly.
"Since Evander has found his Fated mate, it's time to get things ready for the Rejection Ceremony and the divorce."
"I agree," Mira chimes in, lips pursed in a prim and deceptively sweet smile.
Carol and Mira look down at me, eyes gleaming something wicked and vicious. I know this isn't anyone's doing. It's not anyone's fault.
It's fate.
Still, they both seem awfully pleased by just how fate has decided to
