“No, but thank you, Doratio.”

The healer nodded and backed out of the room.

Miranda gazed at Carrow and me in confusion, but she swallowed her questions. “Can I bring you anything?”

“Dinner, please.” I looked at Carrow. “Something in particular?”

“Um, no.” She still looked faintly shell-shocked, and I couldn’t blame her.

Miranda disappeared

“There’s more to this Cursed Mate bond,” I said to Carrow. “There must be. But we don’t have time for it now.”

“I agree,” she said. “I like your plan. There’s no reason we should…fall for each other.”

I nodded and tried to keep my expression placid.

I’d spent so many years feeling nothing that it was easy to tell when I was going off the rails. I was well and truly gone over her. No question.

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind.

“For someone immortal, you sure almost die a lot.” She tried to make it a joke, an attempt to change the tone of the room.

It didn’t work, but I played along. “You’re dangerous.”

“True.” Her gaze dropped to my shirt, and I realized that it was blackened and charred from the sorcerer’s spell.

“Let me change clothes.” I strode away from her, desperate for a moment to myself. A

moment to gather my wits and return to the coldness that kept me in control.

Carrow

Head reeling, I watched Grey walk toward a closet. As he neared it, he stripped his shirt off over his head and disappeared inside. I got the briefest glimpse of hard muscles and scarred flesh and had to turn away.

Shocked, I stared out the windows at the impossible view.

That vision had been real.

We truly were Cursed Mates. I’d seen no details—just the two scenes and a deep understanding of what was to come.

I thumped my head against the glass. “God, I wish I were a witch.”

The witches had it so good. They created spells and potions and sold them for beer money while partying in their tower. None of this visions-of-the-future shit.

Seeing my own future was just too much.

Especially when it was deadly.

Shake it off, honey.

Cordelia’s voice sounded from down below, and I turned to look. She sat a few feet away in the shadow of the huge piano I hadn’t even noticed. A massive wall of bookshelves sat behind her, stuffed to the brim with books. Another thing I hadn’t noticed.

“How did you get in here?” I asked.

How do I get anywhere? And you need to knock that look off your face. Moaning doesn’t become you.

“Do you know what I saw in my vision? What lies ahead of me?”

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