After this many years of him hot on your trail, you thought you knew the cycle: you’d get almost comfortable in a new place with a new identity, he would get closer and closer until you could sense his magic, you would suddenly make yourself disappear to another small town with another fake name and backstory, repeat back from step one. You understood that Chase was never going to let you live in peace. You were only kids, and he had explained how your magic and his were naturally compatible, and that he was sure you were meant to be together so you could unite two of the most ancient and powerful families in this world. You knew Chase very well by now, maybe better than you knew anyone else, certainly better than anybody else knew him and you knew he was a power junkie. He needed to be stronger than someone to know who he was. You had always wondered why he was so desperate to prove himself. You thought that maybe it was because he didn't have a place in the outside world, that he was so addicted to the magic he had because it was the only thing that made him feel important, the only thing that made him feel like he was actually something. There was a part deep inside of him that believed his attraction to you was the universe's way of telling him that the two of you belonged together, that your power was meant to be his power, that you and him were always meant to be together. His belief in that destiny was so strong that nothing, and absolutely nothing, was going to stop him from making it a reality. No matter where she ran off to, he would always find her. Her scent was just so damn intoxicating to him. Not only was he addicted to power and craving for her magic, but he was addicted to her. Her scent, her presence, and just her aura always had him drawn to her. He had been waiting for this night, he was going to keep her by his side forever, even if he had to force her.