I am safe. I have a purpose. A pre-planned mate. Most women would kill for the same. I should be grateful.
But the little voice in the back of my head teases me, questioning me. Don't you deserve a mate who loves you with the same passion that you love him? Isn't that something that you should wish for, too?
I’m saved from the mental anguish of answering that question for myself when Orion, one of the kitchen staff members, knocks on my front door, carrying a plate of food. It smells divine and my stomach growls in anticipation.
Her sweet little granddaughter, Piper, follows right behind her, giving me a shy wave when she sees me. I’ve always loved children, and Piper is a bright spot in my life. With her raven black hair and her bright blue eyes, she is gorgeous. Her parents were kille
