Talia stared at the bonfire while standing at the edge of an irregular circle made out of dancing women, and she didn't move.
"Come on.", Zina tugged Talia's hand. "There are no rules. Just move while thinking about your perfect man. The Moon Goddess will respond when the timing is right."
Her perfect man? Talia pressed her lips into a line when Damon's image flashed in her mind.
Realistically, Talia knew that Damon was far from perfect, but she also knew that he was doing his best for his pack, and he saved her from the attic, and that had to count for something.
Damon was moody and he loved to tease Talia, but he was also gentle and caring and she saw him working seriously, and he held her when she was crying, and he took her to the amusement park, and he stood up for her when the nutritionist mistreated her, and… there were many things Damon did right.
