“What do the words mean?” Sascha asked Kai. “If I’m supposed to say them with intent.” Kai hummed in thought. “A direct translation is difficult. But, in essence: I bind myself to you, body, heart, and soul. To be parted from each other only by death, and that parting merely temporary. My soul for my mate, and my mate’s soul for me in turn.” “Oh,” Sascha sighed, tracing the poem with his finger. “That’s kind of nice.”
