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I had never hoped that I would be blessed with a mate, never thought that after generations of mate-less fae, that I would be chosen by the fates. I have waited a lifetime to meet her, I can wait a week more to see her again. With the fate’s blessing, it will not be too late, I will not have lost my mate forever.
Chapter 19
Seki
I stomp through the palace with such force that it makes my feet ache. My heart pounds so hard that the thump of each heartbeat sounds like a wave crashing in my ears. I storm down the human hallway, desperate for the solitude of my room. When I enter, I slam the door shut behind me so hard it makes the stained-glass window on the other side shudder. I’m shaking with so much furious energy that I don’t know what to do with it all.
I pace, back and forth, back and forth, sure I am wearing a hole in the rug, huffing out breath after breath as I try to calm down. On what feels like my hundredth lap, I notice a glass of water sitting on the table, and I am reminded of being impressed as I watched the High Lord fill a glass for me using nothing but magic. Enraged, I swipe the glass with a shriek, sending it crashing to the floor. It smashes, shards of broken glass, and water spraying the floor.
The outburst does nothing to temper my fury, adrenaline still pulsing through me. I stagger back, clutching at my chest where my heart refuses to slow, until my back hits the wall. In the same instant, all the heated energy is sucked right out of me, and I slump against the wall, sliding to the floor.
I wrap my arms around my legs, as I draw my knees up to rest my forehead on them. Breathing heavily, I sit and wait for my pulse to return to normal, with my eyes closed—as if closing them will stop what I have learned from sinking in.
“Seki?” A female voice sounds through my door with a gentle knock.
“Come in,” I reply from my curled-up position against the wall.
Alana’s friendly face peeks around the door and when she sees me, she lets out a soft gasp and hurries across the room, followed by Yasmin and Alex.
“We heard you slam your door, then scream, everything ok?” Alex asks, sliding down the wall to sit beside me.
Alana sits in front of me, and Yaz sits between them.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to decide how much to tell them.
“Remember the first day we arrived here, and I asked if you felt that weird thrumming, when the High Lord was around?”
“Yeah,” Alana answers, her tone curious.
“Turns out there’s a reason I’m the only one who feels it,” I swallow before forcing the next words from my mouth. “I’m the High Lords mate.”
“What?” Alex demands.
“Yep, that tingling sensation is apparently an indicator that your mate is close by.”
“How do you know that?” Yaz asks, her voice soft.
I glance toward her, suddenly feeling guilty.
“Um… I don’t know sign language.”
“That’s ok, I can lip read,” she smiles.
“Oh… well… Alana and I were in the library, and we found a book about theFates. I assume they are some kind of gods the fae worship, anyway, it explained the mating bond. It said that the bond is essentially a magic thread that binds two people together, and that it shudders and shakes when you meet your mate, kind of like a magical magnet.”
“What did he say when you confronted him?” Alana asks me.
“Nothing, I mean, I didn’t give him a chance. I yelled at him, told him to stay the fuck away from me until he and his asshole brother figure out a way to send us home, then stormed out.”
“Atta girl!” Alex compliments, while Alana and Yaz look mortified.
“It’s fine. I’m hismate, remember.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t piss him off, he’s still a High Lord.”
I just shrug.
“What are you going to do?” Yaz asks, nervously toying with the beading on the hem of her dress.
