Elara's POV
Then it struck me. Not just fringe, but old-world fringe. The entire mansion’s furnishings, the dresses, the fixtures, everything was from another time. Another century. Old, but grand and well cared for. It was both creepy and intriguing. Old money.
“Is the room comfortable enough for you?” he asked.
I turned and faced him.
“Yes. It’s fine.”
A frown tugged his lips down.
“Is there anything else you need?”
I knew it would be a long shot, but I asked for it anyway.
“My wand.”
“You can’t have that back.”
I crossed my arms with a sigh.
“Okay. But I do need my pills. There is a bottle in my coat pocket.”
“What are they? The pills.”
“I have a rare energy disorder. Without them, I weaken and can’t summon my magic.”
“You won’t need your magic here.”
“No, you don’t unde
