Page 52 of Deadly Misfortunes

She shook her head.

“You wanted to make me jealous.” He reached over and squeezed her leg. “You did a great job.”

When she didn’t say anything, he sighed deeply. “Okay, so what is a soulmate anyway?”

“You don’t believe in them, Gregory. So what difference does it make if I told you?”

“You’re right.” He tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel. For now, he wouldn’t get drawn further into this subject. “Okay, I have to tell you, your place is in pretty bad shape.”

“I thought he just went in and left.”

“He tore it up this morning; I figure he was angry that you didn’t return to your house last night. I’m damn glad that you didn’t.”

“Oh. It doesn’t matter.” She wiped away a tear. “All that’s important is I still have my powers.”

He glanced over at her. She was on the brink of shedding lots of tears. Was it the return of her abilities after all that time that made her so emotional, or something else?

Hell, he was being an idiot. The maniac nearly killed her a couple of nights before. Now he’d torn up her place. Gregory gripped the steering wheel. To top it all off, she was scared she’d lost her powers. Considering the circumstances, she was taking everything really well.

Then he wondered why she had thought she’d lost her abilities. Damn, she slept naked in bed with him. She’d thought…

“Sascha,” he said, using caution as he drove off the property, “we didn’t do anything last night, if that’s what concerned you so. You must have gotten hot.”

“Yes.”

Her voice remained unsteady, and he assumed the notion that she had thought she had lost her abilities still bothered her. The idea that she had to marry some guy who was her soulmate was a total crock of bull, though.

Then he wondered about Katrina. “Does Katrina have your abilities?”

“Some.”

“Then Prescott is her soulmate.”

“Yes.”

“And Lucy?”

“She has them, yes.”

“And Damon is her soulmate.”

Sascha tucked a curl behind her ear.

“Sascha?”

“No.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s not necessary that you do, Gregory.”

But he wanted to. Why would Damon marry Lucy if he wasn’t what the family assumed was her soulmate? And Damon wasn’t too happy about it either. What was going on? “Lucy doesn’t want to marry Damon either, does she?”

Sascha looked out the window.

Gregory took a deep breath. “I wish I could read your mind like you can read mine.”

“No, she doesn’t want to marry him.”