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EIGHTY-NINE | DESTINED

I took a deep breath. My hand trembled as I raised it to knock on Aradia and Ezrand’s office door. I held it there for a moment, my knuckles barely brushing the wood as I hovered, uncertain.

Then I steeled myself, and I knocked.

“Come in!” Ezrand called out. I tried to picture him before I stepped through the doorway, which would effectively seal my fate: slightly rounded belly, brightly patterned shirt, white-blonde hair mussed from running his hands through it excitedly. I pictured him sipping microwaved blood from his favourite mug, clattering around the kitchen and dancing to anything, all the way from Fleetwood Mac to The Beatles to Mozart.

It made me feel slightly better, but only for a second. As soon as I saw his cheerful face and his friendly dark eyes, my heart sank. But not because of Ezrand – because of the lean-faced, purple-eyed woman next to him. 

Aradia wa

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