2
“I haven’t seen one of these in years,” my mother said. She walked in front of Kane and me, leading us through the forest as if we didn’t know the location of the festival’s site. “Tziganes hold the spring festival every year, but this is the first time we’ll actually perform the ceremony.” She glanced over her shoulder at me.
I rolled my eyes. She was so damn proud that her daughter was the heart maiden and performing the ceremony at the festival for the first time in over two hundred years.
Yeah, no pressure.
Kane squeezed my hand. “She’ll do great, Marisa,” Kane said.
Although in the beginning my mother had been wary of him, since a heart maiden wasn’t supposed to be touched, Kane had won her over easily. Now she didn’t mind that we were together. Her only request was that we kep
