LUCY’S POV

Each year, I hoped I would see my fated mate. This year, during the full moon, I might—but my mother’s instruction was clear as crystal:

“Reject him.”

All my life, I had never disobeyed my mother, and this time shouldn’t be any different.

The dragging sound of heavy footsteps pulled my attention back to reality.

The music slowed gracefully, a faint buzz accompanying the murmurs of small groups focused on their gossip.

Turning to my side, I saw Jamie brushing his foot ...