Ivory's POV:
I glance back over at Bianca, steadily staring into the fire with a perplexed expression. Ryder was watching her silently from behind the sliding glass doors with a curious glint in his eye. He didn't know what was going on, other than the fact that it was probably going to be as spectacular as the last ritual he witnessed.
She starts chewing her lip in frustration and sighs, relaxing her body and throwing a handful of herbs into the fire, letting off a column of smoke. Jason walks behind his son and lifts him up, only for the four year old to squirm until he gets placed back on the ground, completely focused on whatever his Mother was doing, and I doubted he understood much.
Bianca holds her head up with her hands and continues to stare at the fire, annoyed that nothing wa
