ECLIPSE
Something about that moment reminded Eclipse about the masquerade ball.
Even though he wore a mask that night, his air had never changed. And that same air lingered around him with force.
The air of a man willing to reject, and ruthlessly kill his fated mate.
The air of a man who was emotionally unavailable and detached.
Cold.
So very cold.
Yet only one thing had made the realization painful—the fact that he was her fated mate.
In the five years that passed, she occasionally had dreams that betrayed the wrongful death of her sister.
Dreams of an ordinary Malric and an ordinary her, living their lives out as couples while they visited her family still alive occasionally.
Dreams that the moon goddess had not made a mistake
Funnily though, they were the only dreams she woke up screaming to. Because those were not actual dreams at the very least.
They were nightmares.
Her worst nightmares.
Malric sat up sharply.
