Della POV
I spend the rest of the night replaying everything that Amethyst said and every moment with the two men that could possibly be my mate. I still don't understand why the goddess didn't choose one for me. Hell, I don't even think that Ronan is truly interested in me. I need to find out from my grandfather exactly what is significant about the Night Walker Pack. "Princess, would you like a drink," a soft-spoken voice breaks me from my thoughts.
I smile when I see a young woman around my age offering me a glass of what I assume is grape juice. She has soft features and, though she is taller than me, she is just as curvy. "Thank you" I say, reaching my hand out to take the glass. "You're welcome princess" she says. She drops her gaze and is just about to turn to leave when I stop h
