Chapter 55

And, really, if I remembered all the times Vraxlon and I had sex. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror or in any reflection without noticing Miguel's presence because I was too busy with another man, I would have noticed that despite everything, he never invaded my privacy.

"Is there any chance we won't be together?" I asked, biting my lip.

Miguel raised the hand that held mine, releasing my fingers to take my chin and lift it. Our eyes met, and I could see myself reflected in the blue-violet of their irises. For a delirious moment, I glimpsed clippings of a still unknown future, where I could see myself fully lying on a very green and low lawn, while Miguel smiled at me on the other side. So, returning to the present, he opened a very brief smile.

"I already said, Elena, a prophecy cannot be changed.

"Even if one of us dies?

"I waited for you to return from death for five hundred years," he said, frowning lightly." I would still wait a little longer un