Gillian.
When Freyah caught sight of the pin and slowly reached out to touch it, something cold seemed to crawl up the back of my neck... not blood, but a quiet, heavy warning of a truth that had long been waiting to awaken. Between our palms, light erupted: gold and blue, fire and ice intertwined. At that moment, doubt no longer had a place.
The ring.
The necklace.
And the pin.
They were not separate objects. They were one curse... one secret, bound together by a destiny that could not be escaped.
When I turned the pin over and examined its other side, my breath caught. A word was engraved there... the same one etched into the ring and the necklace. Not a name, but something heavier than any title.
Soulmate.
It felt as though something tightened around my chest. The question was n
