Cassandra turns your wrist around, staring at her name inked across your skin. A… soulmate? She’s heard Stephanie mention them once, but the concept seems strange to her.

She drops your wrist slowly. She’s trying to be gentle with you. You’re not like her. Cassandra pulls up the sleeve of her shirt, motioning to the name—your name—written on her forearm.

You’re her soulmate, and though it feels strange, there’s a warmth in her chest she’s never felt before.