Luna glanced at her father. "He can’t be my mate."

"Luna." He gave her a signal to keep quiet.

"This is not possible." She whispered. "I can’t have two mates."

Her father shot her a grin. "That means the probability that you imagined your first mate is high." He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Now. Should I say I told you so?"

No, you can’t; Ashford is real."

Adrian watched the two dark heads argue; he could not hear what they were saying because they were talking so low, and the only sound he was hearing was like a bee buzz. Bartram was saying something, and his daughter...