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His warnings, and his words, over the last week make a little more sense now.
My mate, Vitalis, is a soul witch, and he’s in hiding just like me.
Oh no.
“Time to go home,” Ryes says, seeing how I’m struggling. “I’ll sleep a little longer than you will, but once I’m up… we need to discuss this.”
“Yes,” I whisper, huddling in on myself. He disappears from the dreamscape before I’m pulled out of it, too.
Unlike him, I don’t go into a slumber.
I go into the mind of my mate. The one who will undoubtedly know that I know about him.
Oh no.
* * *
“Good morning, little love.”
“Good afternoon,”I correct, looking at myself in the mirror. But since I’m in Vitalis’s head, I’m looking at him.
He’s got long dirty blonde hair that’s in a french plait. It reaches the middle of his shoulder blades so I know it’s a decent length—maybe as long as mine. His eyes are a gorgeous blue, a lighter shade to mine but not as pale as Ryes’s.
It’s probably insulting to compare him to my other mates, but they’re my only real frame of reference to men.
Attractive men, that is.
I can’t tell how tall he is in the mirror because our surroundings are off, but he’s very muscular. Not bulky, not really, just toned and fit.
“We’re at an impasse,”he says wryly.“I’ve taken the memory once, and I could do it again, but you’re a tricky little minx.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s something I appreciate about you,”he reaches out to touch his cheek in the mirror, and I know this is his way of touching me. It’s weird, it’s a little too intimate, but it’s all we’ve got.
“Ryes will be sworn to secrecy,”I offer.“I won’t share this news, not with anyone else.”
“No, I trust that.”
“But?”
“But I don’t make the decisions, little love. Not truly.”
My brows would pinch together if I were in my own body, but his face stays impassive as he meets his—my—eyes.
“I don’t know what to do about that,”I say meekly.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“How… how did you take my memory? All of our memories?”
“I don’t think that’s something I can share. Not yet,”he says. His lips twitch, and I wonder if that’s some kind of nervous tell.
“I thought… I thought we could maybe take the memory from Ryes.”I hate myself for saying it, I really do… but if Ryes doesn’t know this secret, and Ican’tshare something that would harm my soul…
“Hm, that is a good suggestion, actually.”He bites his lip, and my brain struggles to compute that it’s not me biting my lip. I get a little bit of phantom pain, a twinge in my spine—you know, the spine that’s not here with me.
This mentally spying in someone’s brain is hard work.
