ETHENIA’S POV
The torches crackle softly, their flickering flames casting restless shadows across our base camp deep in the forest. The scent of damp earth and burning wood lingers in the air, a quiet reminder that we've just returned from our first mission. The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves like hushed voices, but I barely hear it.
My attention is locked on the small scrying mirror in my hands. Wisps of silver mist coil and shift across its surface before parting like a veil, revealing a sharp, vivid image.
My lips curl into a smirk as I take in the scene unfolding before me.
"Foolish woman." I murmurred softly.
Cassandra is kissing him back. Despite all her hesitations, I watch all of it to crumble as she melts into Dylan’s embrace, her body responding as if
