Soulmates.
I stare at her. Willow’s smiling like she’s just given me amazing news, and suddenly I have no idea how to handle this. Very carefully, I close my fingers around the bracelet.
“I think you’ve misunderstood a few things, Willow.”
“No.” The certainty in her voice is absolute. “I’ve understood perfectly well.”
“I really don’t think you have,” I say carefully. “I think you’ve made a mistake.”
“The universe doesn’t make mistakes,” she says. “Not ever.”
I stare at her. Then, suddenly, I see the kitchen again:
The bottle of wine on the counter. Willow laughing, her face shining and turned towards me. Her hand settling over my wrist while she traced a line in my palm and told me that I carried too much responsibility.
At the time, I had barely registered any of it. I mean, she’s
