Elliot had put his house key on my keychain at some point, which I realized when I went to open the door and found it locked. Of course, I was glad he had locked it—I liked knowing that my baby was safe inside, with him.

My mate.

Not just mate; soulmate.

It was strange to think of him that way.

I hadn’t particularly believed in soulmates after what happened with SD. If my soul really did have another half, so to speak, why would it have been a bastard like him? I was no ...