“Seth, I need out. Please. I need Fyn. I can’t take it. How is he?”
“Fyn is… existing. I will try to find some way to get you out of here.”
“Did you hear about my soul testing?”
“What?” Seth asked.
Tinlorray replied, “His soul type was tested again. Yolkeltod was a warrior. Caleb is a seeker.”
“His soul changed color?” Monty asked.
“Yes,” Tinlorray said.
Seth commented, “You seem like a seeker.”
I didn’t care about any of that. I wanted out. I wanted Zoltilvoxfyn. “I need him,” I repeated, breath growing harsher by the second.
“I know.”
I gripped my stomach. “You don’t understand. Ineedhim. I don’t know what’s wrong, but it’s like I’m dying. No, it’s worse than that. I have to be with him. I’m losing my mind.”
“You touched the Crystal,” Monty said, “before you faded.”
I chose not to rub it in that he was starting to believe me. “Yeah. So?”
Seth laughed. “It forged a link. The damn Crystal linked the two of you. You have to answer the soulmate-call-thing.”
“They will have to let you go,” Monty said, arms crossed. “We do not keep people from answering the longing for their mate.”
My heart thrummed. It sounded different than my human one had, but I was grateful for it… and hated it at the same time. God, I was so confused. “I will get to see him?”
“After you’re proven to have a call placed on you. The Ranks have means to see and track who your mate is.”
I lifted a skeptical eyebrow.
“It’s real,” Seth said. “They found me across the universe.”
“True.” My tail squeezed my calf as my wings hugged my shoulders. I chewed on my lip, hating the cold, smooth floor while also wanting to roll on it. I scratched my arm, then stopped, hand fisting. “How soon?” I asked, rocking. I needed Zoltilvoxfyn. He would fix everything.
“Soon,” Seth promised.
I looked at Monty, who said, “I will speak to the Ranks.”
“Thanks.”
“We need to leave before Kalvoxrencol realizes you’re missing,” Monty said. “Pest will not handle your absence well.”
Seth started to stand, and I tried to grab him, but the force field stopped me. “Don’t go,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t go.”
He wavered. “I have to, but I’ll be back.”
I nodded, tears gathering again. “Hurry.”
“I will.”
Chapter 42
Answering the longing.
