Aspen’s POV
“You must write me every day,” my mother said, hugging me tightly.
“All of us,” Aira added, coming to join the hug.
Soon, Blanche and Elsa, along with Jack, Warren, and our father, had joined in the group hug. The women were tearful, and I thought I saw my father wiping an eye.
“We’ll see you in a month,” my father said as we broke apart. “You will come for the Moon Goddess Ball in Winter Harvest. Helio has promised.”
I gasped. “You really mean it? You’re going to have a do-over Ball?”
“Absolutely,” my father said. “I’ll even invite those odious Topraks.”
“Father, they’re not odious. He wasn’t my mate to begin with.” I sighed, knowing full well my siblings had gotten to him.
“Have you received an apology note?” my father asked archly.
I winced. “Well… no.”
“Then it’s
