norella pov
The night wrapped around me like a cloak, the stillness of my chamber punctuated only by the soft whisper of my own voice. "Ama," I breathed. "What are we to do?"
Ama's presence was a gentle caress against the turmoil in my soul. "Norella," she soothed, her voice a balm to my frayed nerves, "he is our destined mate. Our paths are entwined, whether we will it or not."
I was on the cusp of baring my soul to her when a faint noise at the door snagged my attention. My heart stuttered, caught between the echoes of the past and the fear of the unknown. The knock came again, a soft but determined sound that seemed to resonate with the beating of my heart.
With trepidation lacing my steps, I moved toward the door. The peephole revealed Jason's form. My breath hitched, desire and dr
