Page 89 of Forged in Twilight: The Complete Series

That was the last thing Cinder expected her to say.

“Soulmate?” she repeated. “What are you… I don’t have a mate.”

“Maybe not now. But you did.”

Don’t you remember me?

There was that stabbing pain again. Cinder squinted, but even though her memories were blank except for some of the times she spent with Lucifer—and even that was hazy, as if in self-preservation—she could see the shy smile, the pale blue eyes, the beautiful black wings that belonged to the angel she could’ve sworn she’d only met that afternoon.

But if that was so, why did she have a vivid idea of what he looked like when he smiled? In both of their meetings so far, he hadn’t had a single reason to grin.

Still, she remembered…

Backing up until she hit the edge of the chair next to her table, Cinder sank down on it.

Crow fluttered down from his spot on her counter, settling on her right shoulder.

Polly joined her in the kitchen, patting her gently on the left one with the hand still holding the key. “Don’t worry. I could hardly believe it myself when Becca told me I was Sam’s soulmate. I guess Micah hasn’t told you yet?”

She shook her head slowly. “I only met him today.”

“Not according to my Sam.”

Cinder glanced up at Polly. “What do you mean?”

“Someone’s got to tell you, and it might as well be me. You didn’t just meet him today. He’s loved you for forty years.”

Forty years. It beat against her aching brain, echoing. Forty years.

Just how long she’d been trapped in Hell courtesy of the deal she’d made with Lucifer.

Don’t you remember me?

No. But, suddenly, she wished she did.

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