Seraphine's pov
Anaya stared at me, waiting for my reply patiently.
"I don't have a mate... yet," I lied.
The thought of my mate being the one pushing me into danger made my heart almost bleed. Yes, I didn't have feelings for him. In fact, I loathe him. But he is supposed to have some sympathy so as not to allow his mate to be the one to go on a mission this deep.
Some maids would kill to be in my position and go on this mission, but I wasn't one of them. "We'll find a way," she said.
I nodded and sighed
"I'll have to go to the kitchen. It's time for our afternoon meal, and I have some time left," I said, and we both walked out, solemnly. As we arrived at the kitchen, we were met by Lady Verya, who stood by the door, her hands on her waist as she frowned at the sight of us.
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