"Good Morning," I mumbled as I let out a yawn and tried to find the exact position I was in before, putting my back to her. "How could he think that this is what I wanted when I asked him to give Damien a chance?" The dramatics were too much for me so early, and I blocked it out as I let my eyes cl
It would have been rushed either way. But it also felt weird doing this without Killian. Was there anything that he had wanted for the ceremony that wasn't in the books? Did he prefer one color goblet to the other that I would present him before our bonding ceremony to be used during the coronation
Natalie's P.O.V. I was alone, mostly naked, and terrified. My team had given me a run-through of what to expect and what was expected of me over the past two days. But the moment was finally here, and I felt in no way prepared for what was about to happen. They had turned me into an entirely diff
I could see him, and only him. Each step forward felt like I was being pulled by an invisible force. I couldn't turn away if I wanted to. My eyes began to adjust to the night. The candles mixed with the moon, gave just enough illumination for me to see the bright smile on his face and warmed my hea
Natalie's P.O.V. Killian stood, keeping his chest to my back with his arms around my waist as the priestess approached us from the shadows, having waited patiently for our bonding ceremony before she could lead the coronation. It was still unreal to me that this was even happening. I had been runn
The people wanted a strong leader, and I had to prove that I could give them what they needed. They didn't want or need a weak woman who lost her stomach in the middle of her coronation, especially since it was a huge honor to be given Killian's blood. I had been expecting the cup to be warm. But o
Killian's P.O.V. She was mesmerizing. The way her body glowed a bright white, similar to the moon was enchanting. But that was before she started screaming, crying for the pain to stop. Before she started scratching her chest open and coughing up blood. Was it mine or hers? The audience had been
Natalie's P.O.V. Loud talking disrupted my sleep, and I fought the urge to yell at them to shut up. But I was distracted by the sparks shooting through my hand. I knew right away that it was Killian. I had felt them before but never this extreme. Was this how he felt our bond? Was it because of the