True Connection (The Soul Mate Series) by Rachel Walter

says.
                  I raise my eyes to his. “Will I ever get used to you answering my head?” I sigh, and he laughs.
                  “Probably, but what do you really want to ask? You’re so anxious that it’s making me anxious, too.”
    Just then my phone beeps, and I jump and pull it out of my pocket.
                  I ignore the messages glaring at me and turn my phone off.
    No more distractions.
                  I take a deep breath and let it out before starting. “I’m worried about a few things. You said the oldest guy is over four thousand years old. Do all of the Amaranthine live that long?”
                  “Andrew is over four thousand, but he’s lucky, and he really doesn’t do much of anything. On average, Amaranthine can live to be around four to six hundred years old. Mostly because of the things that do kill us, like beheading and some diseases,” he pauses to crumple a wrapper before continuing. “When an Amaranthine passes, if he or she is mated, the survivor soon passes, too.”
    I shiver and swallow a few times. “That being said, what does it mean for us?” I shift uncomfortable with this topic, and my wording. Us. “I don’t know what to think, honestly. But I can’t help but notice an obvious problem,” I pause and he raises an eyebrow. “I’m human. I won’t live to be four or six hundred. You will. Doesn’t that scare you at all?”
                  “That part doesn’t scare me.” He shakes his head. “Long ago, the Immortals found that mated Immortals lived longer than those who never found their mate. It has something to do with the Ichor in their veins. When they found their soul mate, they lived almost double the life span than the unmated. Combined quantities of Ichor helped sustain them much longer. When the first Immortal found that his soul mate was human, he lived fairly close to that of an average life-span, which is much older than Andrew. But they were nervous about how long his mate would live, until after five thousand years.” He smiles. “Turns out the stronger or undiluted the Ichor is in the Immortal, the more it helps to sustain the mate, too. Those types of pairs helped create the Amaranthine race.”
                  My mind is literally spinning. As if there wasn’t enough information, he has to add more confusion and crazy to the towering stack I’m already overwhelmed with.
                  “And how did Amaranthines come to exist?” I ask, through the fog of information.
                  “Immortal and demi god couplings,” he says.
                  “Okay, what is Ichor? How do we get it, and what does it do? When will it run out, and what happens then? Being an Immortal doesn’t mean immortal?” I may have just asked too many questions.
                  He smiles before explaining. “Ichor is an ethereal fluid that was gifted to the first Immortals. It mixes in our blood and body tissues. It’s what preserves our body for longer than the average human, or any human. It’s passed between mates and to any child the mates may have. The way you and I would share it would be skin to skin contact, or any intimacy we partake in.”
    I gasp and sit up straighter on the bench. I open my mouth, to tell him where he can shove that thought, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
    “But if I shake hands with your brother or anyone else, they won’t receive any Ichor. But touching you, my soul mate, skin-to-skin, your body will absorb it. And no, I guess it doesn’t really mean being immortal. We can be killed.”
    He keeps saying that I’m his soul mate. I can’t wrap my head around that completely.
    I ignore my reaction to a lot of things and focus on getting answers. “Can I feel or see Ichor?”
                  He shakes his head slightly. “You can’t see it. My dad described it as static electricity