Book Four of The Hopeless Romantics Series I have never believed in faery tales. I have relished the idea of the existence of faeries, both good and evil, but all with magic at their fingertips. But I also thought that true love existed, I believed the concept of soulmate. Hell, I thought I finally found mine. Then, why not believe in faery tales? Why not believe that magic does happen? Both concepts are elusive. Then why not believe this beautiful man standing in front of me cast a spell on me a long time ago, which took away my own free will. All I can feel is this intense, almost a burning sensation when I am away from him. It tears me from inside to be physically apart from me. It's painful, annoying, and at the same time... magical. There is certainly nothing logical about this craving for him. Its unnatural. "Idril, my love..." His hauntingly hypnotic voice reaches me and I look up to gaze at his cerulean eyes, boring into me. Closing the gap between us, he puts his lips on me. Instantly, I am transported back to when I first saw him. And this time, I see him clearly, for the first time I grasp what he has been trying to tell me. I am bound to him. Have been since before I understood what being bound to someone meant. Does that mean what I feel for him is not my own? Welcome to the magical world of Feanor and Idril where myths and reality blurs, overwhelmed by love, in the vast highlands of Scotland. Hope you enjoy the ride.
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