How did it feel to not have your blessing in a relationship? It must have felt so suffocating that you might have considered ending it or breaking the existing boundaries.
However, what if the relationship itself had not yet begun, but the feeling had grown, and only many parties disagreed that this was against the norm or even the rules that applied?
That was the kind of bad luck I was sure Moon Goddess was behind it all.
She was the one who destined me to mate with my own uncle, gave me love before I even knew he was my mate, but then made things complicated, as it went against the norms of our race.
Now, a new problem arose. I felt suffocating every time I confronted my lecturer, the cold-headed one who managed to turn my life and my feelings upside down.
Added to that is what Mr. Black said about "The Long-gone Saint." Was it me? If so, why did he call me that?
