“Your mate?” Kathy looked at the twining markings around Ishaan’s neck where they were revealed by his open shirt. “Didn’t the tattoos hurt?”

“They aren’t tattoos Kathy.” Ishaan reached up to touch his collar. “They’re proof I belong to and with the Soul of the Flight.”

“I’m really trying not to be intrusive, but I’ve got so many questions.” Kathy took a breath and swallowed. “Sorry, I’ll go back to the hall and listen to the ...