“The code was set in place by people like your Uncle Silas. I still love my bastard of a brother, though he doesn’t deserve it, but he’s of the old ilk of secrets and mystery. Wanting to garner power to be the superior race of supernaturals.” She let my hand go and lifted her glass again to take a sip. “All that is bullshit. Especially when it comes to soul mates.” Again her gaze strayed to the urn. “You share everything.”
