Anna was sitting on the couch reading a book, a crinkle in his eyebrows as she focused on the lines, her lips teased between her teeth. Her legs were crossed in the armchair that she’d pushed to be near the window, and the sunlight shone bright around the omega, even if she still cocooned in a pile of blankets. Eventually, she moved out of the chair and put the book on the table just beside the chair.
One of her hand was nervously tugging on her pearl necklace, knees bouncing. She was a bundle of nerves, even more so after the dream last night, which felt all too real. The omega knew better than to ignore something like that. Anna came from a place that held dreams, premonitions and glimpses of the future to high regard. What the witch had said did not sit right with her.
Anna couldn’t
