Priestess Alora’s POV “I’m surprised you would come looking for me.” It was Justin at my door. “It’s been how many years now?” He asked me. Uninvited, he took a seat and looked at me like a new treasure. “I miss you, Alora. I miss us. I regret what I did to you. I was immature then.” “Are you here to give me an explanation for everything? It’s too late now. We have no business with each other. The baby whom your fated mate delivered has come to bear witness.” “Right. My emerald daughter is the child of prophecy.” “I guess some good came out of your loose loins.” I was disgusted at him. He made it sound like his cheating brought about some good to my demerit. “I didn’t mean to sound that way, Alora.” “Of course, you never mean anything you do.” “Alora, I know you resent me…” “Priestess Alora!” I was on the verge of screaming at him. He said my name so fondly. He didn’t deserve to see me let alone call my name causally. “It’s Priestess Alora.” It was high time I corrected him. F
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