"What do you mean by stitch?" Sofiane inquired, watching the wisp of red smoke collapse back into the bowl.
David looked delirious. Like he did not want to answer Sofiane. He could put the fragmented pieces perfectly. "Sofiane, you were sure Jason's mate wasn't human, why?"
"How does that answer my question?" Sofiane changed the topic.
"Answer me!" David screeched, a bit of orange sparked in the depths of his dark eyes, like a phoenix out of ashes, and magic surged in the room like true heat. Hot flames burst out of the ritual bowl and David's determined irises flicked in Sofiane's direction waiting for a proper answer.
"She could read my thoughts," Sofiane revealed.
David was dumbstruck. He knew he couldn't be wrong but a huge part of him wished he has been wrong because it would o
