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“I know,” Remus said.
“If he was fucking with the system in one way or another, I would know about it,” I said. “I know what dark magic fucking feels like. Turk might be a pain in the ass, but he’s just spoiled rotten and was given way too much authority way too early in life.”
“You could be right,” Remus said.
I sighed and shook my head.
“Look, just find out what you can, okay? I need an answer for the parts he’s unaccounted for. I need something I can grab Dario by the balls with so this bullshit with Turk claiming Rory will be solved. See what you can do.”
Before we ended the call, I added, “I need you to do something else for me, too.” I explained to him what I had in mind.
“I’m on it, boss.”
I scowled. I hated it when he called me that. Instead of shitting on him about it, I hung up.
I didn’t feel better, so I dialed the second number on the call list. Sabrione answered almost right away. She’d known I would call. She had a way of knowing these things. It was unnerving as fuck, but it helped me that she could see into the future. It didn’t work with everything—she seemed to see more about things like when her phone would ring or what drink someone would order than the real stuff like when someone would die, although she’d had her fair share of that, too.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Everything,” I said.
“Let me come over.”
I agreed, and we ended the call. If anyone would understand, it would be Sabrione. The others like Remus and a few of my close shifters had been there when shit had gone down with my father, but Sabrione understood how I felt because she could tap into my feelings and feel them, too. Not only that, she’d been the one to help me clean shit up after my dad had decided his transgressions were so bad, he would check out early.
Sabrione didn’t take long before she arrived at my place. The guard let her in—she had clearance for almost everything in my life—and she parked her SUV in front of the door.
I opened it myself. I didn’t have a butler running around, doing my bidding the way Dario had. That was some pretentious bullshit if I ever saw it.
“I’ll make us a pot of tea,” I offered after hugging Sabrione.
She followed me to the kitchen, where I put a kettle on the burner and prepared two cups with an herbal mix Sabrione herself had brought me a while ago.
“You’re worried the past will repeat itself,” she said from where she sat at the counter island, watching me move around the kitchen.
“History does have a shit way of doing that,” I admitted.
“It doesn’t always have to be the same.”
“What if it is, though?”
Sabrione studied me. “It’s a blessing to love, you know. It’s a luxury we can’t all afford, and if you find the person who draws you out of your shell, it’s worth holding onto.”
“What if I lose her, too?” I asked in a thick voice. I didn’t make eye contact. I stared into the cups instead. “I thought I could stop myself from falling for someone again, and I’ve done good until now, but with her…”
“She’s your soulmate,” Sabrione said simply.
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“Don’t you?” she countered.
I started shaking my head, but I couldn’t say no, Rory wasn’t my soulmate. The whole concept of being so attached to someone that you were only one half of a whole was terrifying. I’d been one half without the other for a long time, wandering around with this gaping wound. To be in that position again scared the living shit out of me.
The thing was, no matter how much I tried to tell myself that Rory wasn’t my soulmate, or my fated mate, the way they used to call it when times were different, something had happened between us, something that didn’t just happen between two shifters who slept together.
It wasn’t only that, although that was a hell of a pointer. It was also the fact that I had this innate protectiveness over her which I hadn’t felt with anyone else before. Not even with Aster. I was ready to rip anyone’s head off who looked at her funny. I would do anything for her. I would sacrifice myself for her, if that was what it took.
I’d never had that before, not to this extent.
