Chapter 166: Still a Prisoner, Part 2

"Do you believe in soulmates?" he asked.

Not the type of question I was expecting, but okay. "Yes."

"Is Trent your soulmate?"

I sat, stunned. Yes, I believed in soulmates, but I wasn't sure I had the ability to truly know if someone was my soulmate. How did anyone every truly know that?

"Yeah, I hope he is," I said.

"You hope he is?"

"Oh, no." I shook my head. "You already asked your questions. It's my turn."

I moved another piece. Then Jax moved one. We were both being extra careful not to give the other an opportunity to take a piece off the board. But then I was stuck, and I had no other options. Grumbling, I moved a piece directly in front of his, giving him a clear opening.

And he took it without hesitation.

He grabbed my piece and clutched it in his hand. "What do you mean you hope Trent is your soulmate?"

Ugh. I slouched against the footboard and glanced around the room. How was I supposed to answer that?