Whenever Arabella whispered to John, Orion asked me what she said because I had far superior hearing. We had a little arrangement. I told him everything I heard, and he told me everything he saw. It was part of the reason we were fated mates. We understood each other perfectly. And for some reason, what we both needed was to know every single thing Arabella did. Maybe it was because she was our slave? Maybe it was because we’d both been diagnosed as having psychotic, obsessive tendencies as children? Malum was the angry one; we were the neurotic ones.
