Maeve POV
“Fated mates?” I repeated, wrinkling my brow. “I thought that was just a myth.”
“That’s because it is,” Xaden muttered from beside me, clearly not believing a word the psychic was saying. “It’s just another folktale used to reel in lovesick clients. I knew this was too good to be true,” he said as he began to pull himself up. “And you almost had me for a second, you conniving, old—”
“Heh, keep talking like that and see if you’ll get anything else out of me!”
“Xaden, please!” I urged, reaching for him in an attempt to stop him. “Let’s hear what she has to say.”
Disgruntled, he relented and sat back down.
Quickly, I turned my attention back to Orenda. “What did you mean by ‘fated mates?’” I pressed, needing to know more.
“I meant what I said: that you are fated mates,” she
