The words came out on a roar.
In an instant, the giant male was no longer kneeling in seiza but knocking me onto my back.
And putting a knife to my throat.
Oh god, oh god, oh god!
In not one story I researched had someone been so upset about getting an unexpected fated mate that they killed them upon arrival….
My heart beat like a drum.
I didn’t dare talk, though, or even beg him not to kill me. The edge of the knife pressed into my throat, threatening to break skin if I so much as breathed too hard.
Then, just as quickly as he’d jumped on me, his heavy weight lifted away.
“You… should not be here.” The smoky words came out less angry this time. Almost sad.
He was right.
My heart thundered in my throat at the enormity of it: falling through time, being caught by my possible fated mate, and now… whatever this effed-up situation was.
I sat up carefully, uncertain of what my next move should be but pretty sure it should involve running in the opposite direction of the guy who saved me—then tried to kill me.
My muscles tightened as I prepared to edge to my feet for a mad dash.
But then the white-haired giant’s hand snaked out and grabbed hold of my wrist, twisting it so that the soft side of my forearm was exposed.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy? Don’t…!” I shrieked, only to trail off when I noticed that his bare torso was… odd.
The giant had no nipples. Nor a belly button. Only shimmering pale skin covered his chest, and his stomach was lined with light ridges. It kind of looked like horizontal scales. But a vertical bulge, long and thick, distended his navel-less lower stomach.
I squinted because it kind of looked like... but you couldn’t have one of thoseinsideyour stomach. Could you?
“You will sleep again.”
Like a magic trick, the strange male produced a flat, shiny black disc in his other hand out of thin air.
He pressed it into the soft skin of my inner forearm.
A cold bite flashed up my arm, sharp enough to make me gasp.
“What is…?” I started to ask before my words slurred, making it impossible to form a sentence.
Then, suddenly, it was impossible to keep my eyes open.
What. The. Devil Emoji?
That was my last thought before I passed out again.
Final Prophecy
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