Chapter 23

"Your-bloody what?"

I didn't like the frown creasing his usually smooth brow, not one bit.

"My soul mate." I took a deep breath, took my eyes off his troubled face, ran a hand through my own hair, and dared to look at him once again. The frown had deepened.

"According to Evalena-" I stopped abruptly. Accidenti! Why was I blaming her? And how much was I willing to share? I had begun to believe what I had seen during my past life regression, and a small part of me wanted desperately for Gabe to be Xavier. The rest of me, the real me I've grown up with and knew well, was telling me to shut the hell up.