Raya’s POV
A sweet voice responded, "Come in." Cruz opened the door to reveal an elegant woman. Her long, thick, black hair was braided at her side, with a few gray strands peppered throughout. Her face lit up as she looked at Cruz, clear love shining in her eyes. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, longing for the same close family connection.
"Mi vida, what brings you to see me at such a busy time?" her gentle, soothing voice inquired.
"Hola Ma, I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Never, mijo," she shook her head. "What can I help you with?"
"This is Raya," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders and nudging me forward. Her dark eyes met mine, and her lips curved into a smile.
"Your mate?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
"No, Ma, she's the human I was telling you about.
