Page 55 of Eat Slay Love

Trust had to be earned.

But sitting across from Fabien, his green eyes glinting with intrigue, his deep voice twisting around me like the softest velvet, I couldn’t deny the way my soul seemed to recognize him.

It was ridiculous.

Impossible.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if soulmates weren’t just an overused trope in romance novels, but real, flesh-and-blood beings walking the earth, waiting to collide with you in the most unexpected of places?

Because wasn’t this what I had always imagined that feeling would be?

Not fireworks or grand declarations, butthis—the easy pull, the magnetic draw of another person’s presence. The way every word, every glance, every shared breath felt inevitable.

The way I wasn’t just intrigued by him, butcomfortable, like my spirit had simply slotted into place beside his.

God, I felt silly even entertaining the thought.

I didn’t know him.

Not really.

But my body, my heart, my soul?

They were all whispering something else.

And that terrified me.

Because what if I had actually met my soulmate?

I tried not to think of it all too much, and just enjoy the moment for now.

But, soon. . .the journey came to an end.

As the train slowed, I noticed the shift in our surroundings.

Gone were the marble and gold.

Instead, the final station was something out of a dream—a meadow stretching out before us, softly illuminated by hidden lights designed to mimic the glow of dawn.

Delicate sculptures of butterflies lined the space, as if frozen in mid-flight, poised for release.

Cosmo’s voice rang through the station one last time. “And with that, my dear alchemists, our journey together concludes. Transformation, indulgence, and magic—may you carry this night with you long after you leave these doors. Thank you for allowing us to take you beyond the ordinary.”

I exhaled, my heart still racing from the night’s enchantment. “So. . .what will your review be?”

“I plan to send in the confirmation for the second Stellar star.” Fabien rose from his seat, and before I could even think about moving, his hand was already on mine, helping me up with that same tenderness, that same quiet possession that had sent a slow burn through my body all evening.

This time, I didn’t expect him to let go.

And he didn’t.

As we stepped onto the platform, Cosmo was already waiting, my fur coat draped neatly over his arm. “Here you go, Ms. Harris.”

I wish I could tell Cosmo that the restaurant is about to get even more popular.

As Cosmo moved to hand my fur coat to me, Fabien stepped in smoothly, taking the coat with a possessive ease. “Thank you, but I’ve got it.”

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