“So,” Corrine said, pulling away from her son and looking up at him thoughtfully. “Where is she?”
Axel sighed, leaning back against the counter.
“It’s complicated.”
“How so?” Corrine asked, crossing her arms.
“I…” he began and then sighed again. “Look, I wouldn’t have broken tradition without a reason. It wasn’t about just wanting to… be together.”
Corrine stifled a laugh at her son’s bashfulness.
“Axel, I am not here to give you a hard time about tradition. Honestly, the past year has really made me start to wonder about how important some of our traditions are,” Corrine sighed. “And it seems that the Goddess isn’t offended that you chose to mark your mate outside of the full moon, so how can I argue her will? What matters to me, is you.”
Axel looked carefully at his mother, she wasn’t angry, but she did appear concerned.
