“I'm glad I could help,” Lisantiel read all my thoughts with a smile. “But you are wrong about one thing. You will not succeed in not thinking about Nantes: you are one with him. You are him, and he is you. Just deal with it,” my friend advised.

“Easy to say,” I chuckled grimly.

It's YOURS, Lexi. From head to toe. Your true mate, your destiny. You've already been told he'll die without you. This is true. But you haven’t realized yet that you won’t survive without it either: you will wither from melancholy and depression, which you will try to drown out with pills, alcohol or drugs. But no...