Lucius POV –
My demons confirmed it the moment I saw her. She was my beloved. It wasn't a question anymore, not a matter of uncertainty or possibility. She was the one. The other half of my soul, bound by ancient, cursed fate. And yet, here she stood before me, a witch. A witch.
A cruel twist of irony, a jest played by the gods themselves.
I could feel it in every fiber of my being, the magnetic pull between us, the undeniable bond. Yet this little witch had been cursed to be my other half. A punishment. A jest.
What sick, twisted game had the gods played on me this time?
The goddess who paired us together was no doubt laughing her ass off, somewhere up in her ivory tower. Some cruel, unseen force had decided to bind me to a witch a creature—one who could never, would never, be loyal to me.
A witch.
