and decided to weaken the being by splitting it apart, thus creating twice the number of beings for sacrifice, while also weakening them by half. This is when man and woman were created, but because of the split, they shared one soul. That’s where the term soul-mate comes from. We are destined to roam Earth, searching for our other half in order to feel complete again. Over the centuries, the task has become close to impossible.”
I blushed, thinking of us. “Like a puzzle.”
Max’s eyes skirted away from me and he smirked. “I guess you could say that.”
“So, do you think I’m your other half?” I touched his arm, sensing a sweet tingling in the touch. It was that reaction that told me we were soul-mates, but I wanted to know what he thought.
“I do.” He caught my eye. “Like I said before, there was something about you that first time I saw you in the Truth, something I couldn’t let go of. I knew it before your father ever asked me to save you. I’d known it long before the Truth showed me who you were. In a way, I feel as though deciding to stay behind as an angel was advantageous to my goals of finding you, my soul-mate.”
My heart was pounding now.
“We live many lives, Jane, but very rarely do we find our true soul-mates. They say we continue coming back—reincarnating—in order to find each other. We do not really move on to the Ever After until we reach this goal.”
My words had been stolen from me. I suddenly felt a purpose, an intense connection to Max in a way I hadn’t before. I believed what he said because I felt it. “How do you know we don’t truly move on?” I whispered.
He touched my chin. “Peter told me that story soon after I saw you in the Truth. He had researched the validity of it extensively because he believed this was the case between him and my mother.”
“Do you think he was right?”
Max shrugged. “Sometimes I see people after they pass, in Seoul, just on the other side of the river that splits the In-between, or Seoul, from the Ever After. They’re waiting. Once a soul has met its true mate, it stops reincarnating, and if one life dies, they wait in the first stage of the Ever After until the other can join them. I’ve never seen Patrick there, though, or my mother. I believe they are no longer waiting and have descended deeper into the Ever After to their final place. I only hope it’s because they’re together.”
It was magick, the very essence of what we were.
Emily:
I heard Jake approach from the other room. “Hello, Wes.” He arrived at my side, looking down at Wes as an owl.
Don’t provoke him, Jake, I whispered in my thoughts, as though Wes could hear, but of course he hadn’t. “Do you have some clothes he can borrow?”
Jake looked at me with an annoyed expression. No, he answered, once again secretly.
Come on, Jake. Please? I begged.
He’s a shifter, he protested.
I tilted my head. Just do it.
Jake complied as he turned back into the house. I heard him climb the stairs. I stood alone with Wes, our eyes locked, his mind racing with a million questions.
“No, Wes. I’m not cheating on you. And no, he’s not hitting on me, either.”
Wes looked noticeably fluffed.
“No, Wes! He didn’t even touch me, okay? … Who is he?” Wes was flooding my mind with questions. “That’s Jake Santé. Can you believe that?”
Wes tilted his feathered head. His eyes were still the same, the very thing that had given him away.
“I know, right? It is crazy!” Wes shifted his weight “ No, Wes. I’m positive he didn’t touch me. Besides, I can see you’re with that owl we saw on your car. What’s that about?”
Wes’s eyes narrowed, telling me his answer.
I laughed as hard as I could without alerting the whole neighborhood. “She has a crush on you?” I could tell Wes wasn’t too pleased with my mockery. “And you named her?” I tried as hard as I could to stop laughing. “Wes, that’s weird!”
Jake
I blushed, thinking of us. “Like a puzzle.”
Max’s eyes skirted away from me and he smirked. “I guess you could say that.”
“So, do you think I’m your other half?” I touched his arm, sensing a sweet tingling in the touch. It was that reaction that told me we were soul-mates, but I wanted to know what he thought.
“I do.” He caught my eye. “Like I said before, there was something about you that first time I saw you in the Truth, something I couldn’t let go of. I knew it before your father ever asked me to save you. I’d known it long before the Truth showed me who you were. In a way, I feel as though deciding to stay behind as an angel was advantageous to my goals of finding you, my soul-mate.”
My heart was pounding now.
“We live many lives, Jane, but very rarely do we find our true soul-mates. They say we continue coming back—reincarnating—in order to find each other. We do not really move on to the Ever After until we reach this goal.”
My words had been stolen from me. I suddenly felt a purpose, an intense connection to Max in a way I hadn’t before. I believed what he said because I felt it. “How do you know we don’t truly move on?” I whispered.
He touched my chin. “Peter told me that story soon after I saw you in the Truth. He had researched the validity of it extensively because he believed this was the case between him and my mother.”
“Do you think he was right?”
Max shrugged. “Sometimes I see people after they pass, in Seoul, just on the other side of the river that splits the In-between, or Seoul, from the Ever After. They’re waiting. Once a soul has met its true mate, it stops reincarnating, and if one life dies, they wait in the first stage of the Ever After until the other can join them. I’ve never seen Patrick there, though, or my mother. I believe they are no longer waiting and have descended deeper into the Ever After to their final place. I only hope it’s because they’re together.”
It was magick, the very essence of what we were.
Emily:
I heard Jake approach from the other room. “Hello, Wes.” He arrived at my side, looking down at Wes as an owl.
Don’t provoke him, Jake, I whispered in my thoughts, as though Wes could hear, but of course he hadn’t. “Do you have some clothes he can borrow?”
Jake looked at me with an annoyed expression. No, he answered, once again secretly.
Come on, Jake. Please? I begged.
He’s a shifter, he protested.
I tilted my head. Just do it.
Jake complied as he turned back into the house. I heard him climb the stairs. I stood alone with Wes, our eyes locked, his mind racing with a million questions.
“No, Wes. I’m not cheating on you. And no, he’s not hitting on me, either.”
Wes looked noticeably fluffed.
“No, Wes! He didn’t even touch me, okay? … Who is he?” Wes was flooding my mind with questions. “That’s Jake Santé. Can you believe that?”
Wes tilted his feathered head. His eyes were still the same, the very thing that had given him away.
“I know, right? It is crazy!” Wes shifted his weight “ No, Wes. I’m positive he didn’t touch me. Besides, I can see you’re with that owl we saw on your car. What’s that about?”
Wes’s eyes narrowed, telling me his answer.
I laughed as hard as I could without alerting the whole neighborhood. “She has a crush on you?” I could tell Wes wasn’t too pleased with my mockery. “And you named her?” I tried as hard as I could to stop laughing. “Wes, that’s weird!”
Jake
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