Over the last three years Delatar had proven himself to be a useful ally. Always showing up when asked, without hesitation and offering all he could. But I still wouldn’t call him a trusted ally. . . I could tell he was holding something back, including the identity of his so called soul. I kept waiting, expecting him to either identify her or for her to come of age and then to find each other but as the months turned into years I was starting to doubt his premonitions. . . Maybe his mate wasn’t here. . . And what would happen if he found out she wasn’t?
My endless questions silenced as Seth held the door open in front of me, Delatar and his leech Alastair patiently waiting inside. “Good morning” I smiled lightly as I sat down across from him, Seth beside me simply nodding to acknowledge
