Soulmates?

Emily is occupying the most secluded private chamber available in Artifact. She checks her watch thrice before she braces me with a glance.

She is as nervous as I am. I can tell. But she has not just been out of a deadly attack and certainly, she did not sacrifice her life-long companion in a war tragedy.

Anyways, I can sense a soul. A lonely, tired, frustrated bride of an old fart who isn’t interested in anything but her little cunt. No doubt, she will be loaded with gifts, money, ornaments, and fucking everything, but she will be what she is…a lonely tune.

‘Emily, I—’ I start clearing my throat. My fingers are quivering with the shock. Behind me Sierra paces the length of the pavement, nibbling on her recently manicured nails.

My injured leg hurt like a little bitch. Still, I cannot let it show on my face.

Please tell me, I am not responsible for the dark circles, curved spine, and whimpering lips. The pause in the air gives me time to reflect. The words burn on the tip of