"So, in the past life, Mira was our mate… but she fell in love with the Dark Master?" Lance asked slowly. A deep unease settled in his chest as the question formed.
At this moment, all he could think of was Emira-of how she had fiercely insisted on bringing the Dark Master back. The thought made his heart tighten painfully. Could it be that she remembered fragments of her past life? Was revenge merely a cover for something deeper? Did she still harbour love for the dark master?
No. He refused to believe that.
Unexpectedly, the Grand Witch shook her head. "As a matter of fact, the Mira in this fragment of memory, spoke only part of the truth." Her gaze remained steady. "Shiqi was your fated mate." Lance's breath caught.
"But fate," the Grand Witch continued, "is fragile when placed in the hands of human greed." She paused briefly. "And it was greed that changed the course of history." Her voice lowered. "And poisoned the present."
