“I’ve been lying to you.” I slumped my shoulders and lookedtowardthe ground. I brushed my hair back and sighed. “I can’t find her because she doesn’t want me to find her.”
“Your brother told us you were soulmates. There is a bond beyond this world, no?”
I flinched. “I thought we were.”
“That bond can not be broken. If you know how to listen, your bonds will tell you how to find her.” Jaime spoke softer, more gentle. There was almost sympathy in his red eyes.
I blinked. Was that why I had been having nightmares? Our bond? Was she reaching out to me? Or I to her? Why was it only when she was with someone… intimately?
“How do you know?” I demanded.
He grinned. “Because I, too, have offered someone my blood as they turned. It’s a common practice where I come from. A soulmate’s bond can not be broken. Do you see her when she is not here?”
Slowly, I nodded. I was weary of answering him, but I had no one else to talk to about this. I was desperate.
“Have either of you drank from each other after creating that first bond?”
I gulped, suddenly embarrassed. I nodded again. He grinned.
“It was a pleasure beyond your wildest belief, wasn’t it?”
I chuckled. “It was.”
“The more you do it, the stronger your bond becomes.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He then handed me a card. “Listen to what your heart is telling your mind. It will lead you to her. Then,” he flicked the card in my hands. “You will call me.” He turnedtowardthe door and started away.
“How do I know you won’t hurt her?” I called to him as I stood, frozen to the spot. He turned.
“I think you underestimate a woman’s power. It’s not her that should be afraid, but me.” And with that, he left, quieter than he had come.
I stared down at the card in my hands. It was simple, just a name and number.
I had a choice now. After I found Scout, I could tell her about Jaime and risk them hurting her. Or, I could throw this in the trash and forget he ever existed. The question was— what could she forgive?
23
“Are you alright? God, your face!” Prue came into the changing room and let out a gasp. I looked up, wiping the blood tears from my cheeks.
“I’m fine,” I sniffled. “Just— Landon stuff.”
“Did you guys have a fight? I thought things were going really good.” She came to sit on the bench beside me. She put her arm around me and pulled me into her embrace.
“Not really a fight, just—” I wasn’t even sure how to put it into words. How could I tell her I couldn’t stop thinking about my ex long enough to focus on him and what he wanted? “I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”
“What? Why?” she demanded. She pulled away from me and stood, going to grab paper towels. She went to the sink and got them damp. She handed them to me, and I cleaned my face.
I shrugged. I really wasn’t about to tell her what Landon wanted me, or rather us, to do. She would only take his side. I couldn’t tell anyone here. Monogamy was a dirty word in Ginata’s territory.
Prue offered me a hug. “Well, whatever’s going on, I hope you can figure it out. Worst case scenario, you try someone else. Or a few,” she laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s the problem. I don’t want a few. Or a lot.”
“Nonsense. You just haven’t found someone you click with yet. Has Landon mentioned anyone?”
She helped me stand, and we walked to the sink to freshen up before we went onto the floor. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I tightened my ponytail and adjusted my bra.
“When was the last time you guys did it?”
I pressed my ruby lips together, my emotions getting the better of me again. “Did what?”
