"No." He hesitated. "Reapers do not view or feel emotions in the same manner as humans do. It is more about the harmony of energy than it is emotion."
"So a life mate—"
"Caomh," he corrected.
I made a face at him. "A Caomh is someone who is in perfect harmony with you energy-wise?"
"Yes. It is rare, which is why reapers tend to live in very large family units."
"Meaning parents, grandparents, etcetera?"
"Yes. Ready?"
I nodded. "So, what about your family? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
The only answer I got was the surge of energy as he swept us from Lauren's mansion to the shadowed and minute-by-comparison confines of my office above the café. I blinked, caught my balance, then stepped back and said, "Well?"
"I have both. I do not see them."
Was that an edge to his voice? I frowned. "Why not?"
"I am a dark angel."
My confusion deepened. "So?"
He half shrugged and turned away, moving with easy grace to the sofa on the other side of the room. But red-tinged blue fire flickered down Valdis's sides—a sure sign Azriel was not as calm as he appeared. "Being a hunter is a punishment rather than a glory."
I moved around the desk and sat down. "But with the first gate down and the other two threatened, it's you guys who are holding everything together, not the supposedly more prestigious soul guides."