Chapter 107 Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Isla opened her mouth, but Sylvan’s tight grip on the nape of her neck kept her from spewing her disbelief. Fated mate? Fated mate? Surely they were joking. Isla chose to stare at Rose as she finally sat fully in her seat. Rose kept her head bowed, refusing to meet her eyes. Sylvan kept his hand o...

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