NYRA

Selene was waiting for a mistake, even if it was just one, but she wouldn’t get it, not today.

I turned back.

Jackson’s face was set in concentration, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp.

He loved this. You could see it.

Feel it, just like Lena and together… They looked perfect.

It hit me again. The truth. The thing I kept pushing aside. They were mates, though not together, not even close, but still… They fit.

Like fate didn’t make a mistake.

It knew exactly what it was ...