Zula had never been as nervous as she was now, dressing for her date with Connor. She had been schooled by private tutors and spent time abroad as a teenager, but dating hadn’t been a big part of her life. Of course she had met new people during her travels, and she’d done the club scene in a few cities around the world. She’d had one or two casual boyfriends, and sex had always been as natural as taking a shower for her. But somehow, knowing she was about to date the man who was her soul mate, was a different feeling altogether. Connor hadn’t mentioned where he was taking her, and he hadn’t mentioned anything about her family history. When he talked about growing up in Greenfield and playing in the crypt at the cemetery, Zula knew he would have heard the stories about the women who preceded her. He probably had heard the rumors about her as well. She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
