Sophia’s POV

My head’s still tilted upward toward the large leaves of the trees.

Lia was at least happy that our noses almost touched. She’s such a softie. It won’t take much to make her happy.

While looking at the tree, I suddenly thought of putting myself in Carter’s shoes.

What if it was me? The one whose little brother or little sister was killed. Then, I suddenly found out at the opening ceremony that he’s my fucking mate!

His rejection now makes sense. I’ll probably do the same thing too.. and worse!

But him opening up to me? To the killer of his little sister? That must’ve been so...