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“And you are what exactly?” she asked, staring at the man’s gorgeous, huge wings. “Because you are so not human.”

He seemed to think over her question as if unsure what to tell her. Finally, he said, “I am Zenarian and I am your ofelia.”

She didn’t know what it meant to be Zenarian, but she intended to find out. Then the other word registered. Ofelia. She frowned as she picked up her fork. “You called me ofelia earlier. What does it mean?”

His gaze heated as he reached out and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “It means we are fated.”

Still confused and now very distracted thanks to his tender touch. “Fated?”

He inclined his head, his gaze turning serious when he stared at her once again. “You are my other, Callie, and I am yours. We are meant to be.”

She dropped the fork and it hit the plate with a loud clang. “You’re talking about lovers. As in the forever kind. You think I belong to you?”

His gaze heated as he stared at her. “Yes. Garra has willed it to be.”

Callie swallowed hard. He’s talking about soulmates. He thinks I’m his…“Oh crap.”

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