Page 107 of Let It Snow
I force myself to add in a quieter voice, "If you thought you put me on the path to my TM, then clearly I haven’t stepped on it yet. Ending up in that fortress was about your happiness and Ragnar’s, not mine," I summarize coldly.
Moon studies me calmly for a long moment, then says,
"So that’s how you see it? And yet Snow is meant for you, Summer, even if he isn’t the other half of your soul. But he is—"
"Here we go! He’s not my other half! Which means all of this was for nothing. I suffered fornothing! All you had to do was show up at our house after your escape and say, ‘Summer, you need to hide, because you’re about to get dragged into Anzo’sfortress, where you’ll be beaten, electrocuted, and forced to top a damn capo like a fucking sex slave…’"
I yank down the collar of my T-shirt so he can see my scars.
"Can you honestly tell me it was worth it? I’ll be marked for life, disfigured! Do you know how many times Anzo electrocuted me? Until my skin sizzled. You should see the lash marks on my back too!"
Moon’s eyes go to my neck. Then he leans closer, frowns, and pulls my collar wider.
"What scars?"
I lift my hand, run it over my skin with a dumb expression, because I don’t feel the hardened ridges I’ve always known were there.
What the hell? Did Moon go blind?
Cursing under my breath, I dart across the room toward a door I guess must be a bathroom and rush inside.
I stop in front of the mirror, tug my collar down again.
Unbelievable.
There are no scars!
My skin is smooth, like nothing ever happened. Perfect.
What the fuck?
Moon follows me in slowly, his expression caught somewhere between ironic and irritated. He watches me tug at my collar, twist to check my back, and search everywhere. Nothing. It’s all gone.
"I’m not going to try explaining what you are to Snow, what you two are to each other. That’s for him to tell you. But Snow is meant for you, Summer. Destined. You don’t have a True Mate in the strict sense like others do. You don’t have one anywhere on this planet for a simple reason…"
I turn toward him slowly, my eyes wide, a strange tremor rippling through my body. The kind that always hits right before you hear something that shatters your life completely.
"Don’t you get it? You’re nothalf a soul, Summer. And neither is Snow. Humans are born halves, always searching for the other piece. But you’re already whole. And a powerful being you are indeed. A demigod. Just like Snow."
"Is that why," I whisper with trembling lips, "there wasn’t that surge during our first sex, that famous spectacle of electric sparks, when the halves of True Mates’ souls rejoin?"
Moon smiles widely. "Exactly."
I let out a furious gasp and bolt from the bathroom, running toward the big glass wall, expecting to find sliding doors. Of course I’m wrong and slam my forehead against the glass instead. I curse like hell.
"Easy, Summer. Let me open the door for you." Moon chuckles darkly, taps a panel, and the sliding doors part, letting me step out onto a high terrace with a panoramic view of the beach and neighboring estates.
The sea wind rushes against me, cooling my emotions. It’s raining, and it’s grown much heavier over the past few minutes, but this part of the terrace is covered.
I press my hands to my cheeks and rub hard.
Unreal. Hard to believe, but damn, it makes sense. Snow and I can separate, and it doesn’t kill us.
Wow!
How… disappointing.
Moon follows me. He is holding a baby monitor.
