It stirred something dead to life inside Zach. He wasn't afraid to die. All his fear vanishes in thin air.
He was finally going to meet his dewdrop.
Even if it meant after death.
“ She… she saved me from those looters. She was a thief herself.. So I got this idea. I gave her an opportunity to visit the ball pretending to be me.”
“ I gave her my scent bottle. My name. My clothes.”
“ She could loot there all that she wanted for a day.”
“ And that's where you both met.”
Things were making sense now. Why Zach thought Eirene was his mate when she wasn't. Why she smelt like her.
“ I returned to Caleb. We were happy but… we lacked the basics. We had no pace to stay, no food. Nothing.”
“ And then I we got the news of your marriage.”
“ You married Eirene thinking her to be me. Your mate.”
