“Do you believe in fate?” he asked me when I just gaped at him. “I’m not sure. Maybe?” “What if I told you the markings on your face follow the same pattern as one of the constellations?” My belly dipped, and my breath rushed out of me as I searched his gaze for the answer. “I’d ask what constellation you’re referring to.” But I didn’t. Because I already knew. Leo. The markings on my face made the Leo constellation. I’d known the moment he’d posed the question.
