บท 40: He Chose the Stranger

The fiery redhead felt lightheaded and her vision turning blurry when it occurred to her that she had forgotten how to breathe. Setting her nose free ushered in a rush of air and had her almost coughing up her lungs.

It wasn't a mere reflection, because the so called image was smiling at her, and unless she had been visited with madness, Verona would be the last person to be smiling in such a situation.

She was alive, and real…and not to forget how close she sat beside Razhal. What exactly was going on…? Hair was long and darker than night, and her big rabbit eyes almost burned a hole into her head. The gold tribal markings were exactly where she used to have them, and so also was the mate mark on her neck. A half-moon that seemed to be falling into the horizon; that was Omar's mark.