Chapter 100
Chapter One-Hundred
Jay
When Harper starts to play, I can’t help but smile. It’s not one of his symphony songs. It’s a Lynryd Skynryd classic, and one of my favorites. I almost get chills as he looks over, clearly pleased with the sound that’s proving the acoustics are as perfect as he expected.
My gaze drifts as a woman in a black dress walks into the area from across the hall.
I double take when I realize she’s a redhead, but my heart sinks when I take in the full picture.
It’s not that she isn’t attractive. Objectively, she is. But there’s nothing behind the image.
I don’t feel a damn thing. Not one skipped beat of my heart.
She’s not mine. I don’t want her.
Fuck. I fucking knew it.
This whole thing was too good to be true.
I feel so fucking stupid for not realizing it sooner.
I’m barely paying attention when the door she’s standing next to, watching Harper play, opens again. Someone else is coming into the room.
I straighten as Harper’s solo moves toward its peak, the hairs on my body standing on end before my gaze is drawn to the woman in the black shirt and pants.
She takes my breath away as I watch her lift her hands to her mouth.
Her hair is pinned up and looks mid-brown until the light hits it just right.
Auburn. Subtle, but she has red hair.
I smile as she gets emotional over Harper’s solo.
He brings his instrument down, and the second he sees her, the familiar scent of his perfume starts to fill the room, stronger and thicker than I’ve ever smelt it before.
This is it. She’s ours.
I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips.
“Robin,” I murmur, gazing at her and feeling everything I’ve felt every time I’ve met one of my fated mates.
There’s no denying that she’s meant to be with us.
Not now.