“I know,” she nodded, determined. “But with your soul back, you’ll be able to bind it with all your mates. It will strengthen you and them, and it might also appease the Nephilim’s madness.” My heart stopped. She couldn’t know about my other mate. The one I left behind about ninety years ago and avoided as best I could. The one who would be killed if I saw him again. “What do you mean, all my mates?” I asked, playing clueless. She couldn’t know. He wasn’t here. I checked. “Arc and Carter, of course.”
