SAGE
The man who stared at me had a plain face and messy, mousy brown hair reaching his shoulders. Tall, lean and in a boring grey frock coat, he wasn’t a sight to behold. Yet the illusion he put on today did not fool me because his eyes, the way he looked at me, were the same.
Even if a thousand years passed, I would have recognised him out of thousands. No matter what face he had, no matter what body was given to him, as long as it was his soul, I would know who he was. My soulmate.
A group of people went past him, and when they were gone, he disappeared, making my heart race in panic.
He couldn’t leave me again without saying a word!
I went down the stairs because I had to look for him. If Killian was here, I needed to see him. I’d die if I didn’t get to talk to him now.
“Hey, Sag
