I sensed she was slightly embarrassed, so I changed the subject slightly. “Well, your father destroyed his entire bedroom with his bare hands when you left with Zazzy, so⁠—”

“He destroyed his room?” Her eyes were wide and sharp.

“I was hiding in the closet. He was so mad he didn’t even sense me in there. He just tore the room apart with his fingers.”

“More proof I made the right decision. Imagine if that had been you in his bed?” She shuddered and cursed. “Well, I'm terrified of what my soulmate is going to think when he finds out. But calling and telling him that over the phone feels wrong.”

“Him finding out from someone else would feel worse.”

“That’s true.”

“Time has already passed since then. You’ve gotten lucky the word hasn’t spread, but now that you’ve sided with The Coven, I fear that secret won’t remain one.”

She started to rock back and forth. “I know. I’m worried about that.”

“So, call him.”

“I’m afraid to. What if my call somehow leads our enemies to his door?” Tears pooled in her eyes, but she did not cry. “I cannot endanger him.”

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket. “Use mine.”

She just stared at me with wide, teary eyes.

“The Coven Leaders have assured me there are heavy amounts of magic on our phones to ensure our safety, so they can’t be tracked. I may not understand the how of that magic, but I know better than to doubt Tegan on anything at this point.” I held my phone out between us. “My phone is safe. Use it to call him.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

“We could all die at any given moment, Saber.” I reached down and grabbed her hand, then pressed my phone to her palm. “Life is too scary and short. You two have eight hundred years of marriage to lean on in times like right now . . . when you feel like you’ve ruined everything. Tell him you love him, tell him you’re safe with The Coven, and then tell him what happened with Azazel.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered, staring at my phone like it would bite her.

“He’s your soulmate, Saber, not a silly insecure boyfriend.” I snapped my fingers, a move that told my dogs it was time to get off me. When they did, I pushed to my feet, then brushed the grass off my jeans. “And if that doesn’t help, ask yourself how you’d feel if the roles were reversed?”

Her face scrunched up like she was trying not to cry. “I’ve told him so many times I don’t care how many females, or males, he had to take to bed to keep himself alive and his cover intact.”