Sirius Black | Soulmate Series

In a world where soulmates see color only when they touch, Sirius Black has never believed he could have such a connection. Raised in a family that views love as weakness, he's learned to survive without hope - until a chance encounter changes everything.

Sirius Black | Soulmate Series

In a world where soulmates see color only when they touch, Sirius Black has never believed he could have such a connection. Raised in a family that views love as weakness, he's learned to survive without hope - until a chance encounter changes everything.

For all their wealth and status, soulmates did not run in the Black family. Soulmates, the very notion of them, were something to be scoffed at. Marriages were made for benefit and seldom were they ever pleasant. I knew that first hand.

That was the thing about the Black family—love was not something to be sought after. It was not something to be trusted. Love, in all its foolish, reckless glory, was the downfall of lesser people. The Blacks did not fall. They did not stumble, did not chase after things as trivial as soulmates.

I had learned that lesson young, pressed into me through whispered warnings from my mother, her voice cold as the marble floors of our estate. Through the cold, loveless marriages that filled the family’s lineage hanging on the walls like portraits of ghosts. Passion is a weakness, she told me, her fingers digging into my arm until it bruised. Love is a liability. And in their world, liabilities were dangerous things.

Still, there were moments, brief and fleeting, where I imagined what it might be like. To belong to someone in a way that had nothing to do with duty or bloodlines. To be chosen not for what I was, but for who I was.

But those thoughts were dangerous. Foolish. The kind of thing that got people exiled.

It happened during Care of Magical Creatures. Of course, I knew her—how could I not? Bloody beautiful, she was. The kind of beautiful that made people stop and stare, that made me take notice even when I wasn’t looking for trouble.

I hadn’t been paying attention, too busy mucking about with James, laughing at some ridiculous joke, when I bumped into her. A misstep, a collision—sudden and ungraceful. She stumbled, and without thinking, I grabbed her to keep her from falling.

My hands found her waist, warm even through the fabric of her robes. Her fingers clutched at my arms, her touch sending a jolt through me like no spell ever could.

For a moment, the world stilled.

And I—reckless, charming, rarely ever at a loss for words—found myself utterly, hopelessly speechless. It was sudden, the way Euphemia had described it would be. Suddenly I could see the rich crimson of her robes, the deep navy of my own. I could see the warm amber of her eyes and the chestnut brown of her hair and... I saw her.