Maybe it was never my fate to fall in love with my marked mate.
It made far more sense if I was the one destined to plunge a sword into his chest once he turned mortal.
I could never compete with what he waited for—for eternities. But that didn’t change the truth:
I was Luke’s weakness.
Harvest knew it.
The Devil knew it.
And so did I.
He wanted me until I faded away, and that would be his downfall.
I would be right by his side when he joined me in mortality. I’d kill him.
I was the only one who could, which would leave us to deal with Harvest last.
I glanced at Luke. He appeared to be sleeping in his chair. But the energy radiating from him was anything but restful.
His eyes might have been closed, but that didn’t fool me.
It felt like a lion was in the room with me, waiting for the moment to pounce.
Slowly, I stood and took a small step, trying to be quiet.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Luke’s voice boomed behind me.
A pure rush of heat licked up my stomach, hitting my core.
I’d been staring at him just seconds ago as I moved—and yet, somehow, he was already behind me.
In a blink.
I tucked my hands behind my back and spun around. “To see my family,” I lied.
But my family would manage without me.
I knew now what I needed to do—how my part in saving the world played out.
Staying here was my destiny.
Close to the Devil.
He wanted me to watch the world as I faded away. So, I would stay close and wait for the moment he became mortal.
Every step he took, I’d take with him.
Together as mates, we’d walk into our destined roles.
My vision blurred, so I looked down, not wanting him to see the tears I didn’t dare release.
“Since you hit your head, maybe that’s why you think you’re going.”
Gripping my chin, he tilted my face up.
Funny how normal his features were becoming. The horns looked more like handles I could cling to while grinding my pussy on his face.
