Seraphine knew Jasmine had a point. The fear of never finding love again, of being trapped in unrequited feelings forever, was a familiar ache, one she recognized all too well.
But then, something grand was about to happen, right? The universe had a way of balancing things out, of delivering exactly what was needed at precisely the right moment.
"Well, the Blood Moon festival might just give you your mate." Seraphine's voice carried a note of gentle hope. "So be patient, Jasmine. Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it."
Jasmine nodded slowly, the motion conveying more than any words could. She regretted not confiding in Seraphine earlier, not opening up about the turmoil in her heart before it had spiraled out of control.
She felt that if she had told the latter about her feelings for Corvine before sneaking into his shower room, then she would never have taken that reckless risk. The weight of that mistake pressed down on her shoulders like a physical burden.
