Fatewoken

"Over here, trespasser."

"I am no trespasser," I replied, crossing my arms around myself as if they could shield me from this dream.

"No?" he mused. "If not a trespasser, then a thief?" He took my palm, brutally cold fingers tracing across the sigil. The feeling was searing and throbbing all at once. Dangerous. "I don't remember giving this away freely."

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There is no greater privilege than to wear the title of FATEWOKEN-a mortal who se...