A Date with Destiny
My head is held high as I walk down the aisle, but my footsteps falter as, for the very first time, my eyes meet those of the man I’m destined to marry.
The blood freezes in my veins. His eyes are almost colourless, the irises the colour of ice under the palest blue winter’s sky—so unnatural matched with his raven-black hair. I turn my head, searching for an escape route, but every exit is heavily guarded.
My fate is, literally, sealed. We are blood matched and I will be bound to him for the rest of my life.