My family was given gifts for helping a group of gypsies. One of them was the ability to know your soulmate instantly. From what I’ve seen, it can be more of a curse, as once you find your mate, you turn into a possessive caveman. I’ve found my soulmate, beaten, battered, and bruised. As I nurse her back to health she clings to my side. My family thinks this is why the bad part of the gypsy gift hasn’t affected me. I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I didn’t realize how good I had it until I lost it all. Mason found me when I needed him the most. From the moment I saw him, he has been my knight in shining armor. He takes the time to get to know me, to let me be myself again. Settling into my new life, Mason tells me I’m his soulmate and the only one meant for him. I want to keep living the dream I’ve built with him, but I’ll have to fight my demons eventually and I don’t want to drag him along.