FIONA
I barely knew him.
So why did I still feel so goddamn disappointed?
Because you started to want to like him. My mind supplied a little too eagerly and I groaned under my breath.
My divorce was barely even cold. It was all the fault of this stupid bond, messing with my head and making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling for someone I just met.
I stared at the moon.
“This is all your fault, you know.” I grumbled. “You promise me the gift of healing then you don’t give it to me until the worst possible minute and then to make it worse you spring my fated mate on me and make him impossibly attractive and just as big a douche as my husband.”
If the goddess considered my grumblings blasphemous, at least she did not strike me down for it.
The gardens I had found myself in were j
