Maya

　　The scent of Finn is making my brain cells go wild and jump off and die. I like him so much—his smile, laughter, and kindness—why the hell did the moon goddess make Arvin my mate? Finn is perfect. My heart beats faster as he kisses me, playing the tone of young, sad love that lacks a happy ending.

　　Because we probably won't get one.

　　I inhale sharply at the pain wrapping around my throat. I've had a bad feeling ever since Finn spoke about ...