Ziana’s POV
We make our way to the looming house and the closer we get the more Marissa fidgets. Climbing on the creaky porch, Marissa hammers the door knocker and we wait. After a few minutes the door cracks open, revealing a hazel eye that is looking at us skeptically.
“Hey Mikey.” Marissa says nervously from beside me.
“Marissa.” Calls the voice from behind the door. The eye softens on her, then shifts on me. It narrows on me as Marissa clears her throat.
“Mikey, this is Luna Ziana. She wanted to come and meet the children.” Marissa explains and the eye widens, then the door opens just enough to reveal a young man. One of his eyes is hazel, while the other is dark yellow with brown flecks.
“Mistress Beryl is not here.” He says, looking at us warrily.
“Well. She wouldn’t mind f
