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sound of it on her tongue.
    He looked around for a moment before gazing at her deeply. She felt as if something was pushing into her thoughts. The sensation startled her.
    “Easy, cher . Relax and let me in.”
    “Are you doing that?”
    “Yes, what I need to say cannot be openly shared, and since you chose a very public place to meet, I think it’s best if we have this conversation in private. You and I have a special connection. Because of this connection, we can communicate with each other.”
    “Special connection?”
    “Yes, you’re my mate.”
    This was echoed in her mind, his lips didn’t move.
    “How did you…”
    “You can do it too. Just think about having a conversation and say the words in your mind. I’ll be able to hear them.”
    Angel was a bit hesitant but was curious to try it out.
    “Who are you Jacques, why are you here?” she thought as the words floated into her mind.
    “I am the sovereign of the Lafayette pod and I’m here for my mate.”
    “First of all, what’s a pod and a sovereign?” she asked aloud, not willing to venture into his last statement.
    Jacques smiled at her.
    “Good, cher , you’ve got the hang of it. A group of gators is called a congregation and each congregation is a part of a pod. A pod is like a territory. There are currently six pods in Louisiana. Each pod is controlled by a sovereign, or leader, who generally keeps the peace, takes care of their congregation’s needs, and resolves disputes.”
    “Like a monarchy.”
    “Yes.”
    “So you’re the king of your pod?” Angel took a sip of her wine, allowing the cool drink to relax her.
    “Yes, I became sovereign a few years ago after my father passed.”
    Angel nodded. She was getting used to talking in her mind. It was as if they were in their own little world.
    “So why are you here?”
    “I have to be mated before the next bayou moon.”
    “Oh?”
    Angel felt her stomach dip at his admission, not really sure what “mated” meant.
    “By mated you mean…”
    “I have to find my mate and bond with her.”
    Why do you even care Angel? You’re just here because he spared Michael’s life. Don’t start getting feelings for this Cajun.
    Angel wanted to ask more questions but her conscience was right. The last thing she needed to do was fall for Jacques.
    “So is that what you want from me? In exchange for sparing Michael’s life, you want me to help you find a mate? If that’s what you want, I’ve gotta say, you’ve come to the wrong person.”
    She took another sip of her wine and crossed her arms in front of her.
    “No, I don’t need your help finding her. I already know where she is.”
    “Ahhh, you have someone in mind. Who is she; does she work at the Tiki?”
    “No. She’s right in front of me.”
    Angel was lost.
    “I don’t understand, how can I be your mate?”
    “Remember I told you there were six pods. Well your family rules the Baton Rouge pod. Their priestess gave me this to go by.”
    He pulled out a folded piece of paper with a circle and what appeared to be flames coming out from all around it. It was the same mark she’d seen at the base of her own spine; her birthmark.
    “I saw your markings. It’s exactly as your pod’s priestess said it would be…”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean my pod?”
    Angel sat up straight in her chair and crossed her legs. Did he know her parents? She had to put her questions on hold as the waitress brought their dinner. Their waitress, who’d been friendly up until that point, was now a gnat hovering at the table. Angel just wanted her to go. The chipper server finally left them alone after filling up their glasses and placing more napkins on the table.
    Angel was about to ask him again, but he held up his hand to stop her.
    “I see you have a million questions, so I’m going to say this, but I need to you keep an open mind when I do.”
    Angel would have agreed to anything at that point. She nodded.
    “Okay, my mind is open,