I’ve quickly realised that being Jartre’s soulmate means I have to process overwhelming doses of unimaginable information on the weekly. I feel like my head is going to pop off. Sometimes what I learn is amazing and has me feeling like a child looking at the world in wonder, and other times it makes me want to shake the s**t out of him and ask him if they make supernatural therapists because he sure as f**k needs one.
I was able to accept what Ezillus told me about Jartre’s – for lack of a better term – psychotic break but learning just five years ago he intentionally murdered innocent people and tortured another…that’s pushing my limits. It’s not like I can go to the police, and as horrified and disgusted as I am, I don’t feel like I have a right to my moral outrage. No magical person is
