If she didn’t kill Bran and Rona, I would, gladly, and enjoy the life leaving their eyes as I got justice for my fated mate. Fated mate. Two words I’d been avoiding and definitely not connecting to her, hoping not saying them would dissolve the connection. All the denial had accomplished was making me lose the few days I could have spent with her, making her mine in all ways. She couldn’t die. I wouldn’t allow it.
