Marigold whirled at the sound of an unfamiliar man’s voice. She grinned at him. “Hello! I’m Marigold. This is a soulmate tie; we are soulmates according to the universe’s supreme will. If you like call me Mari. Ooh, I love your mane!” She inspected him. “Felis. That’s quite a bloodline.” She giggled drunkenly. “So, Jaime, where are you from? And just how much is my luck that I have you for a soulmate?” She sat, squashing a bunch of Queen Anne’s lace. “Isn’t this just such a pretty spot? Forgive me if I’m too chatty. I haven’t met another wolf in weeks-with the exception of Daenerys, and she’s very solitary.” She bounced. Goldie was so excited! She had a soulmate, it was possibly love. Oh, how beautiful the world was! A gust of wind blew by and the flowers waved in its breath. Marigold inhaled the scent of asters. There was a huge clump flowering right by Jaime.
If Marigold was honest, she’d spent a lot of time exploring Amaya, and trying to get to know Daenerys, who steadfastly insisted on only interacting with others during training. It was boring and small. Amaya was seriously about to die.

“All you ever did was wreck me-yeah you, you wreck me . . .”