“Everyone does,” Logan said, “and they always find each other.” I snorted, “I’m sure they do.” “I am telling you the truth, Dianna. It doesn’t matter the distance or time. It’s inevitable, even if it takes a thousand years or more.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes so hard I was afraid they’d get stuck. “Don’t tell me you think Samkiel’s my mate.” Logan shrugged. “I don’t. We all know his amata died, but you two are something.”
