We all held our breath, waiting for the slightest chance to save the one whose loss would weigh so heavily in our hearts.
Cerina looked up at me. “Unless her true fated mate is willing to repay the Goddess on the queen's behalf."
I froze.
“What… Did you say?"
My heart was about to jump out of my chest.
She didn't answer my question. Instead, she continued her explanation. “However, we all know Queen Rosalie doesn't have a mate," she said, “and even if she does, knowing her, she would never want her mate to—"
“So her mate can save her life?" I asked, cutting her off mid-sentence. I needed confirmation. I tried to stop my voice from trembling so that others wouldn't sense my emotions.
Cerina's mouth parted slightly as she stuttered over her words, “I don't know that for sure…"
