KAYLA POINT OF VIEW.

I sit on my bed, staring at the small folded paper in my hand. My mother’s words keep replaying in my head.

“Meet me two hours before the reordination ceremony, at my courtyard… I can stop the mating.”

My fingers shake as I hold the paper tighter. Stop the mating? Could that even be true? Could she really help me? Will it put her in danger?

I press the paper to my chest, trying to breathe. The mansion is quiet. My Amy kept pacing inside me feeling,, restless, ...