Dominic's POV
“How did you know your husband died?” I asked Morinda right after she mentioned her husband’s death.
If she knew her husband was dead, why was she still going around asking about him? The more I thought of it, the more strange it sounded.
“Werewolves are not the only ones with their souls connected to their lovers.” She leaned forward.
“My husband was a wizard and we both got connected after making a blood covenant between ourselves. I could feel his pain and I could feel his joy.” She said, staring into space like she was trying not to picture what she was about to say.
“And the night he died, I felt what he went through—it was antagonizing.” She finished, but not without letting out a deep breath.
“You mean his death wasn’t natural but murder?” I asked her, my eye
