YOUR BlOOD AND MY SOUL

I was sold away by my grandmother, her betrayal a cut so deep, a wound that could never be healed. I stood in a ring, awaiting my end, a sacrificial lamb led to slaughter. The shaman's chant was a death knell, echoing in my mind. I closed my eyes, bracing for darkness, awaiting my end.But it never came.A jolt of energy shattered the air, and the shaman's words died between his lips. I slowly opened my eyes to find Sasha Ronoarh, the guy everyone claimed had died, the one who'd been missing for two years, declared dead. Now he was alive, his eyes locked with mine."She is..." he whispered, his voice low, a husky growl. His gaze burned into mine, sending shivers down my spine.The few people standing at the other end all froze. The shaman's eyes widened, his reaction surprisingly shocked. "Impossible!" he yelled, stumbling backward.That's Sasha, the son of the richest family in all of Junesia. He gripped my arm tightly, sending sparks flying through me, pulling me closer. His breath whispered against my ear, "Mine."I heard him say, my mind reeling. What did he mean?