Aurora’s POV
The rustic warmth of the cottage filled me as soon as I entered, but it didn't do much to calm the churning uneasiness in my gut. Even though there was a strong smell of wood smoke and herbs in the air, I still felt out of place. I glanced about the room, admiring the shabby furniture and the shelves brimming with odd jars and bottles.
With her eyes crinkling at the corners, the old woman near the door was observing me with a gentle grin. I felt a knot tighten in my chest despite her friendly manner. I stepped back a little, now wondering what I had gotten myself into.
With a voice like a comforting salve, she whispered softly.
"You don't need to be afraid, dear." "You can trust me."
I crossed my arms defensively and scoffed. "Trust? That's hilarious. I always get let do
