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June 2 - June 3, 2025
“You might get over me, but I won’t get over you. How can you ask that of me?”
He didn’t need a bond to tell him Violet was his true mate. Every royal found their soulmate at thirteen years old, but Roman had found his at twelve, only to have her ripped away.
“Dominic was bragging about having sex with your sister,” Ares explained, and Vivian’s face reddened as her anger rose. “Then Dominic said he wished he’d fucked you too, when he had the chance, and Roman lost it.” Vivian looked almost gleeful before morphing her demeanor into one of fictitious concern.
She might not need him, but he needed her. And wanted her. And loved her. He always had.
She also wore a gold necklace with a trout fish pendant. None of it matched her personality, and once, Violet had heard Rennick grumble something about Amelia’s necklace, but the queen had silenced him with a scathing look.
A new enmity fueled by something more powerful than hate wound around Vivian’s veins like an ivy over a stone wall. Everything was Titus’ fault. How foolish she’d been falling for his act. For years. Every word out of his mouth since they were kids had been a lie.