Page 68 of Mayhem and Minnie

“Someone special?” My brows go up in question.

A wistful smile appears on her face.

“My soulmate,” she continues. “It’s reserved only for my soulmate.”

I narrow my eyes at her.

My blood pounds aggressively against my temples.

“You speak as if you already know who that is,” I mention slowly.

Her smile grows brighter.

“I do. He’s someone from my past. I hope to get together with him again at some point,” she answers sweetly. The moment she mentions him, the cadence of her voice changes.

And I don’t fucking like it.

Not one bit.

“Who?” The question comes out as aggressive. My mistake.

She startles at my tone and regards me with apprehension.

“If you know who he is, why not seek his help?”

She takes a deep breath.

“It’s…complicated.”

My nostrils flare.

“I don’t see how it’s complicated,” I bite out. “If he’s your soulmate or whatever, he should have helped you in some way, no?”

She purses her lips and starts fidgeting with her hands—a sign she’s getting nervous.

“He would if he knew,” she murmurs in a low voice.

“If that were me, I’d make it my business to know. Not knowing is not an excuse,” I continue, though I have no clue where this is coming from. Yet as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize that this is the truth.

If I had such a person, I’d cross mountains and seas to get to her. Hell, she would not be lost to me in the first place because I’d never let her out of my sight.

“You don’t know him.” She glares at me.

I shrug.

“Have you ever been in love, Marlowe?” she suddenly asks.

I turn to look at her.

“No,” I answer immediately.

“Why?”

“What type of question is that?”

“A simple one. You’re old enough. Why haven’t you been in love until now?”

I don’t like where this line of questioning is going.

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