Chapter 67

The hallway was dark and gloomy, making the portraits on the walls more ominous than they should have been. My eyes flickered to the faces and eyes that tracked me through the hallway. Harkness Manor had always been full of history, but as I contemplated my future with Cillian, they seemed to whisper to me, encouraging me to make a decision.

As I made my way to the guest room, Bartholomew’s words danced in my mind, playing back over and over like a broken record that wouldn’t stop. Everything he told me was true, right down to the way Cillian and I felt about each other. There was no denying our love. We were fated mates for crying out loud. Our love was literally written in the stars. So why was the choice to mark each other so hard? Why did there always seem to be a reason that hindered us from marking each other?

Memories of my youth haunted me. All those times we’d promised each other as kids that we would be with each other forever. Back then, I always thought those promises were