55. Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Five

Enzo

A nother fated mate? I frown as my gaze moves from Arrow to Jack. Our Beta seems as confused as I am about this sudden announcement. He shrugs at me helplessly, which tells me this isn't something Arrow shared with him before this moment.

I turn my focus back to Arrow, trying not to overthink what just happened.

Our Omega seems crestfallen now that he's looked around for himself to no avail. Whatever he saw when he was looking out the window isn't here now.

I don't like what my gut tells me about that.

I'm not in the habit of doubting what Arrow says, but I can't help thinking it's odd enough that we recently stumbled across another true mate in Beth. For another to just show up like this …

Well, that's about as unlikely as it gets.

Unlikely, true, but not impossible.

I can feel Jack's stare on me, and I know what's he's thinking, because it's crossing my mind right now, too. I won't say it out loud. Arrow deserves our trust.

We need to show him he has it.

"What exactly happened?" I ask. "Talk us through it. Step by step."

Arrow scratches the side of his head, frowning deeply until he starts to speak.

"I was at the front desk, looking out the window at all the people passing by," he says, motioning to some passersby as they move past us. "Then I looked over there, and I saw him."

"Over here?" I ask, moving until he nods.

"Leaning against the wall about there, maybe a little farther back."

I move back a step. "Better?"

"I think … yeah. That's where he was."

"What did he look like?" Jack asks.

Arrow glances at him, frowning again. "I don't know. Average, kind of. Intense, maybe. I just … I swear, it felt like he could see me. It was like he was staring right at me."

"That isn't possible," Jack murmurs.

"I know," Arrow says, letting out a sigh. "That's why it was so weird."

Jack bites his lip. He looks at me. "Stay right there. I'm going inside."

"I was close to the window when it felt like he could see me," Arrow adds as he heads toward the door to the restaurant. "I moved from behind the desk when I noticed him."

Jack nods. "I'll be back out in a minute. Tell me if you can see anything through the window."

He disappears inside, and I wait for the door to close.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Arrow asks, his voice soft.

"No," I tell him. "I would never think that."

"Maybe you should," he mumbles, glancing back at the window.

I look, squinting and staring, but I can't see anything through the dark glass.

"I could be like my mother," Arrow says, his voice hollow.

I move away from the wall and put my arm around him.

"You're not like your mother."

He doesn't look convinced by my assurance.

"She was my age when it started for her."

He looks down and I use my hand to tilt his head back up so I can look him in the eyes.

The silver-blue color looks dark today, stormy and baleful.

"I've promised you before, if it starts, we'll deal with it together, but that's not what's happening here, Arrow. I believe you saw someone out here, and if you felt he was another fated mate for us, then we have another fated mate out here in the city."

"Your instincts are telling you that?" he asks, his gaze hopeful.

"Yes," I lie, knowing it's what he needs to hear to feel better.

I push aside the guilt the lie brings, focusing on my feelings for him instead.

He smiles gradually, his eyes brightening.

"It's weird, though, right?"

"It's a strange one, for sure."

Jack opens the door and steps outside. "Well?"

"Well?" I ask, not sure what he's asking.

"Could you see me from over there?"

"Oh. No. The glass is too dark."

"Maybe he wasn't staring at me," Arrow says. "Maybe it just felt like it."

"That means he was staring at the building," Jack says. "Seems kind of creepy."

"Unless … If Arrow could feel that he was ours, maybe he felt the same thing and he was trying to understand it."

"Then that would make him an Omega, or an Alpha."

"Or a Delta," Arrow adds, drawing Jack a pointed look.

"We shouldn't assume anything," I tell them. "We can keep a look out for someone hanging around out here. Chances are, if he felt something, he'll be back."

"Right," Arrow says, nodding. "That would make sense."

He gasps. "Maybe he left because I rushed away to find you guys! I might have been too far away for him to sense anymore."

"It's possible," I admit.

Jack nods. "When it comes to true mates, anything is possible."