“So you’re my soulmate?” Suguru’s wincing through his words, as if the term tastes so bitter on the tip of his tongue. You, a mere non-sorcerer is his soulmate? Fate must play a cruel joke at him.

But there’s no mistaking his name on your wrist and your name on his. All this time he’d desperately wished his soulmate to be a sorcerer, or at least, not some plain, weak human in front of him now.

He scoffs. “You better get out of my way.” He has no plans to keep you around.