“That there was no older woman at the job fair—that it was one of destiny’s enchanters in disguise, guiding her right into my path?” Kingsley hopped closer, ribbiting. The rest of destiny’s words felt as if they’d been burned onto Trystan’s soul. You were always supposed to meet Evie Sage, Trystan Maverine. Just as Evie Sage is meant to be your downfall, and you her undoing.
Ughhhh i hate a prophecy
