Ambrosia POV
Luna, Oleana had said, you’re simply starting a heat cycle. It’s perfectly natural - especially when you’ve found your mate, but remain unmarked.
Perhaps I knew something of the sort was up- my body burned for him. His touch on the way to the room had been fire, and the room without it might as well have been carved from ice.
It’s the goddess’s way of pushing things along, she’d hidden a coy smile when she said that - like this was cute, or funny.
But oh, how I burned.
Left alone to my own devices, I thrashed and cried in the absence of him. All I could think of was his slim figure, hinting at a strength but not betraying it. His hair, how it curled ever so slightly as it kissed his brow - those eyes, ever expressive, somewhat like those of a puppy. How they made it so h
