Genevieves POV
I’m not sure what exactly happened, but it was weird. It was like I went back in time. A memory I’ve since forgotten being displayed right in front of me.
We finished playing the game we were, learning small things about each other. I realize with everything that’s gone on, we never really sat down and asked each other things.
I did learn that his favorite color is black. When I asked him why he simply stated that because it’s the color of my hair. Which made butterflies fill my stomach.
“Mate thinks we’re perfect.” Ophelia purrs.
“We’re not.”
“We are to him. We are perfect for him. Match made by the moon goddess.” She says.
“I guess you’re right.” I say.
“Of course I am.” I roll my eyes at her. Always thinks she’s right!
“Cause I am.”
I shoved her to the back of
