You were never supposed to make it.
Twisted and old, the voice of the dark figure resonated over the meadow and connected with hate. Breath breathless, Aria struggled to her feet, her wrist marked with burning fire.
Moving defensively in front of her, Luca had sharp grey eyes. First you will have to murder me.
Hissed, the black figure narrowed its blazing red eyes. She is the key—and the lock. The moment she was marked sealed her destiny.
Aria forced herself straight and tightened her hands. Then maybe it is time I rewrote destiny.
The necklace around her neck blazed brilliantly, its brightness matching the glow of the mark. The force flooding her felt wild, ferocious, and blazing like wildfire.
Ethan moved forward, his face pallid. "Aria; you were selected for a specific purpose. The link is about destiny rather than just affection.
Her breath stopped as the mark pulsed once more: images of ancient conflicts, broken vows, and a prophecy spoken across millennia.
