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My eyes opened, and I found him staring at me through half moon lids. His peacock blue eyes stared behind thick lashes. Why did I dream of him with red eyes?

He stroked my cheek with his thumb. It feels so good.

“Look, there is something I have to tell you.” All the playfulness disappeared from his tone.

“Crap, are you married?”

He chuckled. “No, not married, but it’s still kind of disturbing.”

“Disturbing?”

“I’m not from here.”

“No kidding.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “No, I mean I’m not from this world, and neither are you.”

I got his meaning, as I never felt that I belonged either. “I know,” I said.

His eyebrows furrowed. “You know?”

“Well, I don’t know, but I get your meaning.”

He squinted. “Get my meaning?”

“Half of the time I feel I don’t belong either. It must be the reason we are so drawn to one another,” I babbled.As I am not Chloë.But I didn’t say that part out loud. “I mean we have the same bracelets.”

He huffed. “Yeah, about that. We don’t.”

My gaze flickered back to him. I saw that the bracelets were identical. “What?”

“Get your bracelet, there is something I need to show you.”

I climbed off his bed and went over to my bag that stood next to the desk and opened the pocket. I took out the bracelet and went back to Blake.

He took his bracelet off as I sat on my knees on top of his bed.

He sat up straight and put his bracelet on my leg and grabbed mine, putting it above his.

“They are the same.”

His lips curved. “Whatever happens, you need to hear me out and know that I’m not going anywhere. Yes, the bracelets look the same, Elena, but it’s not two, it’s only one.”

My eyes flickered to both. What was he saying? He didn’t see my bracelet at all? He freaking touched it yesterday and now when he put it on my leg.

“There are two bracelets, Blake.”

“Now, there is, yes. I don’t know how this happened.”

“Probably because we bought it at the same place.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t buy mine, I made it.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at him. What was he saying?

He picked up his and turned it around. “Look,” he said and lifted a flap that I didn’t know could lift. Underneath were the initials B S L burned into the leather.

He picked up mine and flipped it around. He lifted the same flap and the same burned initials in the leather hid underneath.