They killed me.
I was their fated mate, and they deliberately killed me.
They laughed while I took my last breath, but they won’t be laughing for long.
I don’t deserve my fate—and they don’t deserve my forgiveness.
Now, I’m back, and I refuse to rest until I drag them to the grave with me.
They can’t run.
They can’t hide.
They can’t bury the past as easily as they buried me.
And I won’t let them.
Because even death won’t stop me from making them mine.
