Reana blinked. Death?
His eyes flared, rimmed with red. "It means fate made a mistake once. And now it's correcting itself."
Ryder said almost the same thing. Her brows furrowed tightly. Was this Ryder? Was he playing a prank on her?
She took a moment to study the man in front of her. He didn't smell like Ryder –not as the servant Ryder, and not the one sleepy g in her room right now.
Also, this person was tall, yes. Built with ripping muscles under his cloak – she knew this from when she collided against his chest.
He didn't have the same voice as Ryder, but he did speak like Ryder… a bit. However, the touch was different. She hated his touch, even though they were mates.
"You're mistaken." She raised her chin, her eyes flashing with authority and defiance. "I'm not yours and I never will."
The stranger stilled, his head cocking slightly, the muscles in his jaw tightening. Behind the mask, something shifted in his eye. Rage.
