Falka's golden eyes narrowed at them, darting from Rama's face to Ares's for an explanation, one they weren't ready to deliver, not until Rama blurted it out.
"What do you mean by mate?" Falka questioned, her eyes screening through the entire table, but immediately they fell on both Ari and Vlad, they looked away quickly.
"Every demon has a mate they are soul bound to, we're not entirely certain about the theory but you might be mine." Ares finally spoke. His tone was nonchalant, as if he had not just told her a shocking news that she might be soul bound to him.
Falka was no longer left in the dark after gaining knowledge of the truth, but as she processed his words in her head, her stomach churned with unease knowing she might as well never be able to escape the pulling force towards him.
