He chuckled. “If I were in America, I’d say I plead the fifth.”
Hershey nickered, and shoved his nose into Dad’s neck.
“Traitor,” I whispered, and Hershey looked back at me. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re mine, no’ his.”
Dad chuckled. “He knows.”
Dad slipped inside the stall and ran his hand down Hershey’s leg. “How’s his foot doing?”
“It’s good,” I said. “The abscess has resolved, and he was great on the ride today. Of course, if he stopped escaping his stall, he wouldn’t get abscesses to begin with.”
Hershey nickered as Dad stood, smiling and studying me.
“What?” I asked, running my hand down Hershey’s neck.
“I’m so proud of ye, love. You have no idea.”
I blushed. “Dad.”
“You’ve always been my sensitive lass,” he said. “You’re an empath just like me which makes you feel everything at a deeper level than most Cauld Ane.”
I nodded.
“So, tell your da how you’re doing, sweet girl.”
“I feel like there’s an electric current running through my body.”
“Don’t be frightened by that, Isla. You’re close toár mökunar,some things will seem strange until you’re bound.”
“Does everyone feel like this?”
“Yes. Empaths even more so.” He smiled.
“For how long?”
“Until you meet your mate.”
“So, you felt like this too?”
“It was worse for me, lass. I had to wait a long time for your mother.”
Hundreds of years to be exact.
I smiled. “Do you think I’ll have to wait that long?”
“God, I hope so,” he admitted.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to give me the same amount of grief as you gave Chelsea? Or, more accurately, Henry?”
“More.”
“Da!” I growled.
“You’re my baby girl, Isla, you’re going to have to deal with it.”
“Well, you better give Callum his due when he finds his mate, or I’ll accuse you of being sexist.”
“Iamsexist,” he said. “When it comes to you and your sister. You’ll do well to remember that.”
