Lydia hesitated, looking at the Keeper. "Thank you," she said, though she was not entirely sure what she was thanking them for.
The Keeper smiled, their features settling briefly into those of an elderly woman with kind eyes. "Trust your heart, child. It remembers what your mind does not."
As they made their way back up the staircase, Lydia's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything the Keeper had said. Soul-bound mates? Memories of the soul? None of it made sense, and yet...something about it felt true, like a word on the tip of her tongue that she could not quite recall.
Ethan was silent beside her, but she could feel the tension radiating from him, the storm barely contained beneath his skin.
When they stepped back into the café, the barista was waiting for them
