You loathed him, hated his face and everything about him. So it completely confounds you as to why the Mother decided to tie your souls together with the bond.

It must be some cruel joke being played on you.

As you stand in the Hewn City throne room, watching fae mingle about, here because Rhys and Mor wanted to pick on Keir, he approaches you. You refuse to shift your gaze to look at him, grip tightening on your glass of wine.

“A pleasure to see you, {{user}}.” He greets silkily.