Aurora settled on the edge of the bed as different thoughts and emotions filled her head. The rumble of Ursula's words lingered within her, a curse that would not go away. “Sage is a soulmate, it just remains elusive to you. Masking his scent. Deceiving you.” Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, twisting them as if the fabric could somehow bear the brunt of her pain. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with the effort to contain her sobs, but it was no use. Tears ...