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Wisteria reaches her hands across the table and puts them over mine. “Do you remember when I said that I can’t read emotions unless they’re extreme?”
I nod.
“I canfeelhow anxious you are and it’s making me anxious. Just tell me whatever it is you need to say,” she says, keeping her voice calm. “Whatever it is, I promise we will figure it out. We’ll find a solution.”
I let out a slow breath. “Do you know that dragon shifters have soulmates?”
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yes, I know. Your parents are mates, and Natalia and Andrew are mates, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’m pretty sure most supernaturals have soulmates—except fae and dark fae,” she says, then pauses. “I wonder if elves have soulmates.”
Her words cause my heart to race, but not in a good way.
She furrows her brows. “Now you’re panicking.”
“Sorry—I just… the thought of you having a soulmate kind of makes me feel ill.” Which is an insane level of hypocrisy considering Ifor surehave a soulmate.
She chuckles. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a soulmate. The fae made sure of that.”
Her comment causes shock to course through me. “What do you mean the fae made sure of it?”
“Well, because of the alliance,” she says, then waves a hand. “Never mind that. Right now, I want to know what you’re talking about.”
Right.
Iamstalling.
I take a breath, and then another. It’s impossible to get a deep enough breath, though maybe that’s because I’m on the verge of panicking.
“Iwillhave a soulmate,” I say, forcing the words out of my mouth.
Her mouth opens slightly, but she doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me, tilting her head to the side. “What?”
“A soulmate,” I repeat, forcing myself to talk more clearly. “Dragon shifters always have soulmates, which means that I will have one. I haven’t met her yet, but I will. It’s a fate thing.”
“Thatis what’s bothering you?” She grins, shaking her head. It’s not at all the reaction I expected.
“Yes.” I frown, not knowing what to make of the way she’s acting. “It’s been killing me since our wedding. I tried not to get too attached to you. It’s why I was so eager to go to work the day after our wedding.”
“You should have told me then. I could have saved you a lot of stress.” Her entire body is now completely relaxed and her eyes are somewhere between purple and blue.
“How could you have possibly saved me any stress?” I ask. “Even my family has been on me about it—they don’t want me to get too attached to you only to hurt you when I meet my soulmate. Theylikeyou.”
“Do you really not know?” she asks.
“Know what?”
“Stellan, you don’t have a soulmate.”
I cock my head to the side. “What are you talking about? Of course I do.”
“Have you never read the contract that our ancestors signed?”
I shake my head.
Of course I haven’treadit. It was written by fae—who are confusing enough with their fancy wordsmithing—butit’s also over two hundred years old and written in a language that is difficult to understand.
