Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch. Every inch of me rejects my reaction to her. My lip curls, a snarl bubbling out of the fiery pits of my gut, only for the wall in my mind that has separated us for two hundred excruciatingly long years to disappear and the voice I’ve dreamed of to finally echo inside my head once more. The blood in my veins turns to ice.
