Chapter Seventeen

Ketura just stands there, looking bored. As though she would give anything to be out of the house.

“Hermione, why are you so mean on the poor Man. Don't you see how much he loves and care about you?" Grandmother says, suddenly looking all sincere and sad.

Principal Eldor nods quickly in affirmation of what grandmother had just said.

“But why me, grandmother? Why not Ketura?” I ask, my heart aching.

"Hey twit! Don't bring my name into this!" Ketura chips in loudly

"Oh Hermione, how can you even say such a thing? Destiny varies, my dear. Besides he says you are the goddess second chance at mate for him, not Ketura.” Grandmother replies

"Sure! and I keep telling you that he is not my mate, why can't you just let me be Grandmother?!" I holler firmly

"Oh, young lady, do not raise your voice at me! What do you even know think you know? You are just a small child Hermione. Sixteen. You know nothing about mates, isn’t that why that boy you thought was mate with, rejected you?! Hermione, real