The Soul Mate

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“The screaming has stopped Emilian. Time to go.” Ferka gestured toward camp where Zora Petulengro’s brutal birthing screams had since seemed unending. Emilian had never been so thankful before that he’d been born a boy.

He had no desire to go back to camp even though a few minutes ago he’d felt the sudden urge to run straight there, straight to… that baby.

That baby, that little girl that was to become his. No, she was already his. She had been given to him, as a gift of sorts. They would be bound together as soon as he could muster up enough courage to make his feet move. She would become his bride when they were of age and eventually bear his children.

He closed his eyes. His soul mate. He’d scoffed at his tată and mami when they’d spoke to him of this foretold prophecy. How could a seven year old have a soul mate? How could he have a soul mate?

But Emilian wasn’t just any seven year old. He was the first born son of Baró Gavril Drágon, the leader of their Romani Clan, who already had more magic than his full grown tată. Magic that would grow too powerful for any one man to contain, without going mad. He would need to have an outlet, a vessel with who to share his gifts with. Which was where this baby came in.

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