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I scroll past the information at the top, which lists my name, date of birth, and date of Awakening. My actual results are near the bottom of the page.

The notes are brief.

Awoken Supernatural Categories:

Witch

Soul Mate

CHAPTER36

Three years ago,I was given a draught of bittersweet, and my powers Awoke. I only remembered one of them—that I’m a witch.

But apparently, there was a secondary one I forgot.

That I’m a soul mate.

It’s right there, typed neatly onto the document bearing Peel Academy’s seal.

Soul mate.

I can all but hear Memnon’s voice in my ear.

Mate.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I press my hand to my forehead and push my hair back.

That swamp monster I revived from undying sleep was right this whole time? Memnon is really, truly my soul mate? And I mean, okay, he’s not a swamp monster—he’s devilishly handsome, and I think I might have fallen in love with him a little after I invited him into my bed, but he also believes we were lovers two thousand years ago.

And now I have to seriously entertain that idea.

Goddess, why me?

I blow out a breath.Let’s take it one step at a time, Selene.

I go to my shelf and glance down the line of magic-related books until I get to one on types of supernaturals. I pull it out and plop on my bed next to Nero, flipping to its glossary. Then I run my finger over page after page of definitions until I get to the one I’m looking for.

Soul mate

n. one of a pair or a group of amorous supernaturals who are bonded through an unbreakable magical connection

I grimace at the wordamorous, and then my eyes reread the last bit of the definition.

An unbreakable magical connection.

No. No, no, no.

We’re in denial again, I see.Memnon’s earlier words float through my head like a taunt.

My panic is interrupted when my phone buzzes…then keeps buzzing.

Worst time ever for my friend to call.

I answer without looking. “Sybil, I promise you, I’m fine.”

I’m not fine at all. Not even a little bit.