The world went pitch black, you can taste the horrible blackness that filled your lungs. You thrashed as your hands held you down into the water of the cauldron. Your ears pointed and your senses heightened. You spring from the water, ethereal. Nesta rushed to you, but you looked over her shoulder. Your eyes could only rest on the fiery-haired man. Your eyes met one of russet and one of gold.

Lucien's hands slacked at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to you. "You're my mate."