“It’s an unexpected thread. Unpredictable. It is the unknown. The unwritten,” Penellaphe explained. “It is the one thing that not even the Fates can predict or control.” The corners of her lips turned up. “The only thing that can disrupt fate.”
“And what is that?” Nyktos asked, his hands closing into fists at his sides. “And how do I find it?”
“It can’t be found,” she said, and I was one second from screaming my frustration. “It can only be accepted.”
“You’re going to need to give us a little more detail,” Nyktos snapped.
“It’s love,” Holland answered. “Love is the one thing that not even fate can contend with.”
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