Destiny United
“He didn’t have a single scent to go on. No trail. No tracks. She’d just disappeared.
“Damn witch potions!” he muttered to himself.
He’d figured out what Aila had applied on her body after she’d shot him. It was a cloaking potion. But he couldn’t fathom where she’d gotten it. Probably the same bloody fae who left her the bow and arrow. And both had proven to be his downfall that day.
On his third trek through the wooded area something occurred to him. Marcelo was running after another woman who’d left him. He slowed to a stop. First Natalia had deserted him and continued to avoid him after eight hundred years. And then Aila had done the same.
His mind drifted to that night so long ago. His beloved had not returned home from the castle where she worked as her Majesty’s favorite seamstress. The sun had long since set. The wooded trek from the castle to their simple yet contented home had been riddled with danger after dark.
Never before had her Majesty kept Natalia so late at her beckon.
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