Soulmarks mean you're destined to be with someone whether you want to be with them or not. In fact, refusing a bond is medically inadvisable and downright dangerous.
Not that that stops one girl's fear of being the soulmate of someone she never expe...
Y'know how I mentioned last chapter that the next one was where things ahem "escalated"? Yeah, full steam escalation ahead here, kiddos.
You know the drill: no actual kiddos, that's an affectionate term, this is as grown-up as grown-up gets, and, as always, don't read this in a church. Longest chapter yet for this one, too, so... extra enjoyment for ya there 😉
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I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.- Feyre about Rhysand, A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas
I have to find you.
Lea walked down the street aimlessly, entirely unaware of the middle-aged woman speaking to her.
"Dear, you really should get home, get to your soulmate—"
"She can't hear you," another woman of a similar age insisted. "Look at her, she's walking around barefoot in her pajamas; she's clearly in full delirium. The best thing we can do is stick with her and make sure she doesn't get hurt."
It was true; Lea was barefoot and in her pajamas, though at least the pale pink shirt and short set had a cute peach print on it and was fairly modest, though she didn't have the presence of mind to care at the time. It helped, too, that she'd been wearing a bra to bed lately since she kept venturing out.
I have to find you.
She had no idea what was in front of her, really; or at least, if it was the city around her that was real or the visions that were. Both were equally clear, and she had no grasp of her own safety or the potential consequences of her actions, so when she stepped closer to the curb, she wasn't afraid. She wasn't afraid, either, when she could feel the air rushing from the cars whizzing past.
The two women were too busy bickering to notice what she was doing. When she lifted her foot to step down into the gutter, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her backwards.
Lea found this mildly annoying, but didn't think much of it beyond that. It was fine; she could walk in a different direction.
She didn't look up, didn't glance at the person who'd only just let go of her and was looking her up and down with wide, panicked eyes.
"Are you this poor girl's soulmate?" one of the women asked, staring at him with contempt.
"He is," her friend confirmed, "they have the same mark. You should be ashamed of yourself, boy! Letting her get into this state—"
"She rejected it; she ran," Timothée informed them impatiently. "Thank you for trying to make sure she was safe, but I have to—" he cut himself off with a frustrated exhale and reached for Lea again, who was currently walking mindlessly in a small circle and staring at her feet.
