Fragments of Fate

Cleo

“Choice?” I echo. “You mean I have a say in choosing my mate or something?”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” she laughs and dismisses my question with her hand. “Your mate have been chosen for you a long time ago, Cleo. The problem is that Vola and Grimm don’t think your union is natural.”

“Vola and Grimm?”

“Grimm has been killing you in other timelines with the help of his undead frostbitten army