Chapter Twenty-Eight (Isla)

Someone was shaking me. Groggily, I opened my eyes, looking up and Anders. "Faolan?" no not Faolan, "Anders?" It took me a minute to remember where I was. "What is it?" I queried as I looked around.

“You looked like you weren’t breathing.” He looked confused. "Who is Faolan?" he asked angrily."

I shrugged, "don't know." I lied, even though I knew it was him in a previous life.

"Your eyes are still violet." He pointed out.

I shrugged, “happens sometimes.” I lied again. “Why would you care if I were breathing? If I died, wouldn’t that make things easier for you?”

“You have a point. It would make things easier.” He paused, something like regret crossed his face. “We are almost back at the castle. Can you move your legs?”

The truth hurts, I guess. Would be nice to have him care, especially since he’s my mate and apparently he is in every life, not just this one. Fate seems to keep throwing us together.

Sighing, I tried to move my legs, failed, and shook my head. “Nope, probably won’