Xaden Pov
It had been two days since we visited the Omniscient—and odd—Orenda Gorre, and I still was not sure what to make of everything we had been told.
My mind seemed to race a mile a minute as I tried to process all of this new information. According to the psychic, Maeve and I were so-called “fated mates,” which had always been a fairytale sort of notion for hopeless romantics… and this was why I was somehow able to control my violent heat.
A chill forced its way up my spine as I relived those horrible moments.
Was… was that also why I had felt so drawn to her from the moment I met her?
My feelings for her were something I was not yet able to explain. All I knew was that they were stronger than anything I had ever felt for anyone, and it was as simple as that. Any questions I ha
