Charles' POV
What was she even talking about?
That a bond could be broken?
The fated bond wasn't some childish rumor. It was ancient, sacred — something woven into history itself. The kind of thing you didn't tamper with.
"Anna," I said, my voice sharp, almost trembling. "What are you implying? What the fuck are you implying? It can't just be broken like that!"
She nodded — slowly, hesitantly. "It can be broken. Not easily, though."
I stared at her. "Do you even know how?"
"No," she admitted. "Not exactly. I've just heard rumors… read things. Old books. Forbidden ones I found back when I visited my ancestral home."
I raised a brow. "You what?"
"Forget that part," she said quickly. "The point is, I'll find out how. I'll search for a way to help you, Charles."
"But you don't know how yet?" I pressed.
Anna fumbled for words. "I— I mean, not completely. But I know where to start. I know who might know."
My heart skipped. "How long would that take?"
