Leon doesn’t respond immediately, just sitting there and thinking. Eventually, he murmurs, “That’s not possible, Seth. Mate bonds don’t work like that. Nobody gets two fated mates. And the bond can’t just…transfer like this.”
“Well, it happened,” I bite out, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.
Leon smacks the back of my head—not as hard as Marina, but sharp enough to get my attention. “Get it together, you idiot.” He takes a long drink from his bottle, then fixes me with a hard stare. “As an outsider, I can see there’s something weird about this whole situation. I’m telling you, nobody gets two fated mates.”
I want to argue, to tell him he’s wrong, that he doesn’t understand. But the certainty in his voice makes me pause.
“Think about it,” Leon continues, sounding more s
