I wince. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”
Rose chuckles, waving me off. “It’s fine. I was confused at first, but when you marked him, it all clicked.”
Felix’s blue eyes lock on mine, and some of his silver hair falls on his forehead as he leans forward. “I can’t believe you found your mate.” His voice is filled with awe. Felix is a romantic at heart. He’ll make one girl very happy when he finds her.
“I know . . . I’m scared. He doesn’t know about us. What if he leaves?”
Felix smiles softly and knocks my chin gently with his knuckles. “Chin up. You got this, big sis. I have complete faith in you.”
I relax back in my chair, and Rose sends me a wink. “How can he not fall in love with you?”
I feel my face heat at the praise, and bump her knee with mine, mouthingthanks.
“He’s human,” I whisper.
“So?” Felix says.
“Since when do we mate with humans?” I mumble.
Felix shrugs. “What does it matter? He’s yours, you’re his. You're meant to be together.”
I like how simple he makes everything sound, but Logan might not feel the same way. This is a lot for a human to take in. They don’t know about our ways; it’ll be a hard thing for him to accept.
“You sure meeting with Ash is the right call?” Felix moves on as if all has been settled.
“She’s the only one who can keep an eye on Reaper without being detected.”
“Want me to come with you?”
I shake my head. Things would go much smoother if I were on my own. I tip my cup up, finishing the last of my coffee, and stand.
“I will be fine.”
Rose stands and picks up our cups. “I better get back to work. Be careful tonight.”
I nod to her, and she smiles softly at me, then Felix, before turning and walking toward the kitchen.
Chapter Five
Salena
I’mearly,butIam not taking the risk of Ash leaving if I’m late. She hates tardiness. I pull up at the old mill, my headlights washing over the area. Sure enough, I spot Ash sitting on the hood of an old rusted out car, her long black hair gently moving around her in the breeze. She looks every bit as intimidating as I remember.
Her dark brown eyes zero in on me as I get out of the car and make my way over to her. Ash has one leg bent up to her chest, and is cleaning her nails with a dagger, her dark skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. Ashwiyaa is part of the Blackfoot tribe in North America. They’re considered warriors, strong and militaristic. Everything she radiates, in troves. I’m not sure just how old she is, but the magic I sense from her, it feels old.
“Hi Ash,” I say as I walk toward her, trying to suppress my nervousness.
Her dark gaze is searching as she watches me approach. “You’ve found your mate,” she says, surprising me.
I halt my steps, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. “How could you possibly know that?”
“I can smell it.” She shrugs as if it were nothing.
“Oh . . . ”
Wow, what a great comeback Salena,I chide myself.
Ash tilts her head, eyes narrowing in concentration. “Oh, I see.”
