Luca and I fly through the halls of the castle and I have to laugh a little, because there’s something fun and exciting about rushing around with my hand warm in my mate’s. Luca, feeling it too, sends me a grin over his shoulder even as he moves fast, even as I can still feel his anxiety at facing my father again thrumming in his heart.
I send him a little pulse of love and support as we arrive at the door where our meeting is apparently going to be held and Luca, grateful, gives my hand a squeeze. We slow and Luca raises a hand to knock on the wood when suddenly it opens and, to my shock, a familiar person steps out.
“Tony!” I say, my face bursting into a grin at the boy I saw every week in magic class last semester. “Hi, how are you? It’s good to see you!” My heart swells with warmth t
