I faced Roccurem, willing myself not to rip him to pieces and ruin everything we had built and worked for. Jealousy, hot, blinding, and violent, ripped through me. “Did you know? You said turning her would prevent that. Killing her fraudulent sister was to prevent that. Do you have any fucking idea—” “The mark is not on her finger. You overreact like a child would.” His eyes popped open, all six of them. “I have seen a multitude of possibilities, their bonding being the least likely. The time shall still pass.” I growled, fangs erupting from my gums. “If The Order cannot—” “The Order will
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