Page 119 of The Blackened Blade

I take a step closer before freezing.

My feet are glued to the spot I stand on as a tremor works its way through my body and down to my very core.

A warm and tender feeling spreads in me; flowing through every vein and bone and filling me with it as it quickly consumes me whole. It takes even the air from my lungs as it moves.

A voice rings in my head, a feeling of surety joining it with a single word.

Mate.

A bond and connection intertwines and unravels within me, beckoning for the one whose voice floods my ears and calls to my soul. My breath comes back and catches in my throat, my heart racing faster than any adrenaline spike.

I take a step closer toward the music room's unused back door. It's slightly ajar as I get closer. The voice inside the room raises higher, words flowing seamlessly in perfect rhythm to her song.

A song filled with so much love and pain, it pulls at something inside me, willing my own voice to join her and to soothe and embrace her with my own melody.

I stop myself before I pull the door open, trying to rein in the overwhelming feeling of running to the girl inside the room and holding her.My fated mate.

Who is she? Have we met before?

Is that why her voice sounded sort of familiar?

But that voice…if I had heard such a beautiful and soulful voice like that before I would have remembered. You couldn’t forget something like this. Something so mesmerising, so heart-wrenching, so captivating…I take another trembling step closer to the door, her voice luring me in before my movements still once again.

There, sitting across the room and singing that heart-breakingly beautiful song, is Micai.

My fated mate and the one made for me by Fate and the Gods themselves…wasMicai.

A shaky breath falls from my stretched lips. I knew there was something about her, something different and special. I could alreadyfeela connection with her…I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop the laugh wanting to leave my lips as an unexplainable emotion wells up from within me.

It was Micai. My little sea star was my mate and the other half of my soul.

I look back toward her dimly lit silhouette as her voice echoes around the room and seeps out to where I stand.

Should I wait until she finishes and then tell her? Explain to her what we were and what she means to me?

Would she even believe me? I mean fated mates were really rare.

And how would she feel? Would she feel the bond on her end or…I push the thoughts from my head.

Thank god we got to know each other a little before this. Hopefully she doesn’t believe all those playboy rumours about me.

I ruffle my hair as a slither of panic slides over me, thinking about all of them. And then the image of her at the fight hits me and I curse myself.

She saw me with those women.

It was just to get information for Creed and we didn’t do anything more than some light kissing, and I sure as hell didn’t enjoy any of it, but…Fuck.

I’m not like that. It was just for work and they meant nothing.

But what would Micai think?

I drag my hand through my now messy hair, giving it a pull.

I’ll have to explain everything. I was never interested in any of the girls or women, none of them. It was always information collecting for Creed.And that's done now.

I’ll tell her everything.

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