“Is that what you call it when a group of powerful supernaturals attempt to tear your veil open? A knock?” Peri smirked.
“They don’t mean me or mine harm,” Serapha said. “They want you. Your mate discovered your location because a soul cannot hide from its other half for long. And he is going to do anything to get to you. The question is—”
“There are no questions,” Peri interrupted. “You’ve said enough.”
“Why don’t you want to be found?” the draheim continued, showing no offense at Peri’s interruption.
She sighed. “What part of ‘there are no questions’ did you not understand?”
“The part where you forgot I could squash you like a bug if you get on my nerves by not answering my questions.”
Peri laughed. It was something she would have said to one of her own annoying friends, some of wh
