24

~Vaela

Eyla smooths over the paper she has stuck to the wall in the book room, twisting back around.

Hale and I sit on different chairs, having been summoned in here moments ago by my eager friend. We exchange amused glances, as Eyla pops the top off her marker, straightening.

“Okay, so here’s the plan.”

“This should be good," Hale murmurs over the top of his glass.

“To find your mate, we are going to have to narrow down our searches. Now tell us, Vaela, what do you look for in a mate?” Eyla asks, raising a quizzical brow in my direction.

Startled, I look toward Hale for help, but he merely shrugs his shoulders, smirking as he takes a long drink.

“You know this isn’t how I find a mate. It could be anyone,” I remind her. I have no intuition about who my mate could be at all.

Eyla rolls her eyes at my lack of cooperation. “This will help, trust me. Law of attraction.”

“I don’t think that applies here," Hale muses.

Eyla's fist clenches around her marker a little tighter. “We can do witho