CIRCE TRIED HER BEST not to think about what the fortune teller said, but she couldn’t help it. The only history that could repeat itself that she could think about was her father and her uncle! What was she going to do if her two sons put the pack through that again?!
“Sweetheart, don’t think about it. That woman just took a chance.” Blake sighed, seeing her deep frown as they walked through the rest of the festival grounds. Circe sighed at the sight of the handfasting set up and everything that happened came rushing back to her. Had she made a huge mistake by starting up this damn festival again? She was looking forward to watching happy couples tie the knot, bet she no longer wanted to be there. She didn’t want to be at the festival at all!
“This was a mistake.” The words were out of
