Kamrynn's POV
Rmonica’s lips pressed into a thin line, her hesitation clear as she glanced away. She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as if weighed down by her thoughts. “It’s not that I’m unhappy,” she began, her tone carefully measured. “I just don’t like how rushed this is. A week, Kamrynn? It’s erratic, even for something as significant as a mating ceremony. They barely know each other.”
I blinked, surprised by her candidness. “Do you think the arrangement is a mistake?”
She shook her head firmly, her gaze steady as she met mine. “No. They’re fated mates. That can never be a mistake. The moon goddess doesn’t make errors, Kamrynn.” A faint smile softened her features. “And nothing would make me happier than seeing Kyven find the one who completes him. But…”
“But?” I prompted,
