Chapter 1152 Do It Together
- Ian
- Every time I look at Oakley, I think of the cryptic message a mystic spouted at me last year. While the mystic’s nonsense has faded into obscurity, little tidbits of memory remain, like the fact that finding my mate ends up with both of us dead.
- I’ve… let go of the idea since then. Let go of the hope of finding something like my parents have. Let go of the desire to find someone who’s mine.