ETHENIA’S POV
Early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long golden lines across the walls.
Ugh, how long would I have to wait here?
I hovered over the surface of my enchanted mirror, fingers barely grazing the cold rim as I whispered the incantation. The glass shimmered, swirling like liquid silver, before it cleared to show the image I wanted… them.
Dylan.
And Cassandra.
Just outside the house.
He held her hand with such softness, he’s doing well with the act. Good. That’s exactly what we need.
“Nala, we’ll leave you here. As you already know, we’ll have another date and…” Dylan began, his voice low and tender.
Cassandra didn’t answer him. Not with words. She simply looked down at their joined hands.
“Yeah, I already know,” Nala interrupted, far too quickly. “
