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Rivern

Present Day

I t was an unremarkable turn until it wasn’t.

I felt it intrinsically—a crack, a chink in my armour. A feeling that was both foreign and strangely familiar at the same time, like coming home.

I had just celebrated my twenty-second birth, and by the Goddess’s will, that rotation was of no significance to the fae. So I thought.

Everything within my marrow expanded that turn. The turn the bond took root. I stood taller. I became stronger. I spoke with more conviction. I knew I had to find it, the object of my heart.

Now completing my twenty-sixth rotation, my heart still aches—beating for something I cannot name, yet know without a doubt is the most breathtakingly beautiful artefact in all of existence.

Existence itself cannot compare to what is to come from the explosion of the worlds of bonded souls colliding.

The being who ruined me for all others.

I will hunt.

I will fight.

I will kill.

Because this time, the Goddess is wrong.