Free Haven 5: Invincible by Gabrielle Evans

to swallow around the lump in his throat.
    “While shifters, weres, vampires, and whatever have fated mates who complete them, a witch’s Infinity is literally their missing half.”
    “Torren and Aslan are Twin Flames,” Raith explained. “They are two bodies that share one soul.”
    “Wait, wait, wait!” Galen jumped up and started waving his hands around to get everyone’s attention. “You”—He pointed right at Torren—“are one of the thirteen that originally sealed the book?”
    “We all are,” Raith answered before Torren had the chance. “It is exceedingly rare for all thirteen to be born to the same family. In fact, I don’t think it’s ever happened before.”
    “But your dad died fifteen years ago.” Kendall sat up a little straighter and frowned, obviously having trouble deciding how to word his question.
    Torren understood, though, and took pity on the pixie. “My stepmother gave birth to our youngest brother, Indo, the night our father was executed.”
    Galen’s mouth dropped open. “He’s only fifteen! Where is he? How could you just send him off on his own?” How strange that Galen would be concerned for someone he’d never met. Still, there was no need for the alarm. “He’s safe.” The kid had no idea who he was or who any of his siblings were, but he was safe.
    Jory tilted his head, his blond hair falling over one shoulder as he wrinkled his nose. “You have a daddy brother. That’s gross.”
    “Well, when you say it like that,” Raith said with a mock shudder.
    “Since I’m forty years older than Indo, I’m pretty sure he’s just my kid brother. Witches don’t really think in those terms, though. The reincarnation thing is weird, but Indo is very much my sibling and not my father.”
    “How old are you?”
    Torren realized it was the first thing Aslan had said in a while.
    “Sixty-two,” he said cautiously. “The original circle doesn’t die from disease or old age, but we can be killed by other means.” Nice going, jackass , he chided himself when Aslan’s eyes went wide as dinner plates. Why couldn’t he have just answered with his age and left it at that?
    “Are we done now?”
    Without even checking with the others, Torren stood from his seat, lifting Aslan easily and cradling him in his arms. “Where would you like to go?”
    “You know I can walk, right?”
    Torren shrugged. “Yeah, so?” He knew Aslan wasn’t a child or an invalid, but he just liked having the man in his arms. He couldn’t remember their previous lives together, doubted his mate even understood what it all meant, but he definitely felt the connection. It was also an enormous relief to finally understand why he was acting like such a crazy person.
    With a snort, Aslan shook his head and wrapped his arms around Torren’s neck. “You have a lot of explaining to do, so we should probably get something to eat first.” He pointed toward the door and clucked his tongue. “To the kitchen!”

Chapter Seven

    The story had been interesting, but Aslan hadn’t understood a great portion of it. Since everyone else seemed to have been following along, he hadn’t wanted to look like an idiot. So he’d kept his mouth shut and hoped that Torren would explain it to him when they were alone.
    After storming into the kitchen and ordering everyone out like he owned the place, Torren had provided that alone time in grand fashion. “That was really rude,” Aslan chastised his mate. “They were just doing their jobs.”
    “You looked like you needed to talk, and I didn’t think you’d want an audience.” He was completely unrepentant about his behavior as he began pulling things out of the refrigerator to make them sandwiches. “Go ahead and ask me anything. I have no secrets from you.”
    “How come you don’t look that old?” As far as he knew, witches were not immortal. Yet Torren said he couldn’t die of old age.
    “Why do you bother asking questions? You’ll never understand