Rhodos
Ava twirls in her ceremonial dress, the fabric fluttering like a cloud of silver fish scales in the moonlit water. The way she smiles at Triton and the way his eyes glisten with happiness, has me feeling jealous. I hoped that would be me by now, but it isn’t and won’t be.
My mate and I agreed to wait until he reached twenty-one years before we would be together. Eighteen seemed so young, and I wanted him to grow and mature. I am thousands of years older than my mate, and I just wanted him to be sure I am who he wants without the mate bond’s influence. Sasappis understood and said he would be patiently waiting for the day I turned up at his door.
He won’t be twenty-one for a while yet, three years to be exact. I could wait three years; that is nothing to someone like me. But I a
