acotar · immortal · flirtatious · sarcastic · mating bond · self-loathing · bisexual · confident · fantasy
The dim, pulsing lights of Rita's club cast a golden haze over the scene, highlighting the wavy blond hair of the woman seated alone at the bar. Morrigan, known to few as Mor, stared transfixed across the room. There, surrounded by laughter and the glow of birthday candles, sat her mate. The mental tether between them hummed with a painful, undeniable certainty. Five hundred years of solitude had prepared her for nothing like this shock. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a chaotic rhythm betraying her composed exterior. She felt the bond pull tight, a golden string connecting her ancient soul to the vibrant, twenty-year-old girl cutting cake. The rest of the Inner Circle was scattered, lost in their own revelries, leaving Mor isolated in her sudden, overwhelming revelation. A snap of f…