What can a girl do when she finds out that the love of her life is really supposed to be with her sister? What heartbreak! I can't imagine learning that you have to give up someone to another person, but it's harder when it's a sister. You know you will see this person at every event, every holiday and every time the family get's together.
So what's a girl to do?
How about find someone else??
Fate brought them together. Will evil break them apart?
Leah Parker’s visit to her hometown is supposed to bring her closer to the truth behind her identity. What she doesn’t anticipate is the handsome stranger with almond eyes claiming to be her Pair.
Her world once again upturned with the arrival of the man chosen to be her life partner, Leah is pulled between the feelings she’s always had for the friend she left behind, and those for the compelling stranger determined to save her from certain death—at whatever the cost.
With an ancient evil out to finish what it started twenty-one years before, will Leah find peace within her troubled mind and heart to fight back and win? Or will her disconnection with her newfound powers hinder her only chance at survival?
His sacrifice…is her salvation.
Jae kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his. “You don’t use your powers often, do you?”
“No.” I’d just found out I had them. “Why?” I raised my gaze to his face, expectantly.
“As Enchanters, we’re built to destroy evil. When we fail to hunt, and destroy our enemies, our inner clock gets out of whack and this is the aftermath.”
Confused, I gaped at him. “I have no idea what you just said.”
“It’s a little something we call blue fever. It happens when we accumulate too much power. You can stop it by channeling into your inner Enchantress.”
“I used my powers not too long ago,” I argued.
He nodded. “Not in the way you intended, did you?”
“What difference does it make?”
“Tell me how to stop it,” I requested, annoyed that he knew my faults even if I hadn’t admitted to them.
“Do you hunt?” he prodded.
“No. I had no need to,” I lied. Well, more like fibbed. I wasn’t withholding the truth, just not fully explaining myself. Now wasn’t the place or time for that. “How do I…?” Panicked, I watched as the first strands of the bluish flames emerged from the tips of my fingers. “No.”
If I broke out in flames, not only would our victim spot us, but the entire ecosystem around me would be in jeopardy, thanks to my inability to function the way I was built to.
“How do I stop it?” I asked him in desperation.
In response, Jae helped me to my feet, pressed me against the tree’s trunk behind me, framed my face between his palms, and crushed his full lips to mine.
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