“Soul mate,” Milo repeats thoughtfully. “She really said that?”
I nod, though my mind is already far from the things Lana said at training earlier today. When I got back to my room, Milo surprised me with a gourmet meal and a bottle of champagne. Now we’ve finished the food and almost the entire bottle of champagne, and the topic of how my day went has become rather low on my list of interests.
“You sound skeptical,” I tell him as I pour the last of the bubbly into my glass. “Don’t believe in soul mates?”
“I didn’t say that.” He considers his next words carefully. “I don’t believe that the soul mate of a phoenix could be someone who exists on Earth.”
“Why? Because magic doesn’t work that way?”
“It’s more about how magic does work. Think about it. Your magic caused you to appear on Far
