Chapter Ninety-Four

“So, what’s his deal?” Natalia asked, bobbing her head toward Torin as she sat in the stool on Kaelith’s other side.

Kaelith looked at Torin who had laid his head down on the bar and closed his eyes. “Mabla met her fated-mate.”

Natalia made a pained face. “That sucks.”

“Don’t talk about me,” Torin grumbled.

“Fine,” Natalia said. She ordered a vodka tonic and spun in her chair to face the crowd.