Elion
For days now, I had been trying... and failing... to stay away from Nyx.
It wasn't easy.
In fact, it was becoming one of the hardest things I had done in recent memory.
Especially after learning she already had a mate.
Seriously.
How was that even fair?
I was three years older than both of them.
Three.
And somehow these eighteen-year-old kids were already finding their fated mates while I was still waiting for mine to appear like some mythical creature that refused to show itself, while I am stuck with a witch I don't even want.
Life clearly had favorites, and I was not one of them.
The day we left Altheris, Thorne had pulled Theo, Kaden, and me aside for a moment.
He hadn't begged... Thorne would rather walk barefoot across broken glass than beg for anything, but the request had been clear.
"I need you guys to do something for me."
The three of us had exchanged suspicious glances immediately.
That sentence never ended well.
