He shook his head. “No, it was before even that. Before this life.”
I blinked at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Hannah, you have lived many lives, going back thousands of years.”
“Like…reincarnation?”
“Exactly. And in each life, you’re my mate. My destiny. My heart.”
My pulse raced fast as he talked. I looked deep into his emerald green eyes, and I couldn’t stop the feeling of falling. “Your mate?”
“Yes. Demons sometimes have fated mates, as do a few select angels, including Fallen. It’s rare, but it happens.”
“Like a soulmate…” I said slowly, feeling the rightness of it deep inside me, even as it sounded too impossible to be true.
He leaned closer, close enough that my gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if he would kiss me again. “We’re meant, through all eternity, to be together. I
