Shock jolted a dizzying bolt through his system. Jack stroked his chin and tried to regain his balance. The concept of predestined mates and dreaming of them was so…otherworldly. So weird. Not that he hadn't grown up with the knowledge; he'd just never believed it.
"None of us want to believe that there's any truth to this malédiction. But facts is facts, yeah. It happens to every man in our line. And now, it's your turn, with Morgan."
"How did you know when it happened to you?" Jack asked, struggling to accept his grandfather's claim. "What made you sure, besides the dreams, that Grand-mere was the one?"
