#elonora

“Frankly, I’m more interested in the soul. In melding mine with someone else’s. I believe there must be a spark of sorts, when two people meet. As if the instinct points your soulmate out before you even utter a word,”

“You struck me from the moment I laid my eyes on you, and that won’t change. Your stubbornness might be the end of me, though.”

“Good. Personally, I found it endearing. The lengths you’ll go to, in order to conceal your vulnerabilities. Because that’s what you think feelings are, right? Weak points?”

“Life is short and ridiculously uncertain for your kind, at this point. You might want to skip whatever courting rituals you guys have, and get straight to the kissing and loving, because if Ta’Zan gets bored of hunting you and decides you’re better off dead, you won’t get another chance to be together.”

I was speechless as I tried to understand what he was telling me. I still had scars on my broken heart, and they had a tendency to rear their ugly heads whenever Nevis got close. It wasn’t his fault. I wanted to explore everything that he made me feel, but the ghosts of my past were determined not to make it easy.