‘When did you know?’ he said, voice low. Wilder’s brow furrowed. ‘Know what?’ ‘That Thea was the one for you?’ Rubbing the back of his neck, Wilder felt a pang of sympathy for the Bear Slayer, whose dark gaze hadn’t left the beautiful alchemist. ‘I always knew,’ Wilder told him honestly. Torj nodded with a sigh of resignation. ‘Figured as much.’
