Third POV
The bay was alive with music and roars of people clapping for the participants. Drums rolled, the sound of flutes echoing across, and the bright boats moved slowly into the open stretch of the lake. Their painted shapes mostly looked like a dragon. Children clapped their hands, couples leaned close together, and older people stood with pride, recreating this with how it used to be in their days.
But Reina’s mind was slightly carried away.
She stood on the far edge of the crowd, in her plain white nun’s habit, her eyes fixed on the water. She told herself she had come only to watch, to be part of the city’s heartbeat without being touched by it, her heart was with her mate, Julian who had rejected her. Her chest was tight, her hands cold. Something stirred in the air, faint b
