Nyx stood frozen in the doorway, her mind struggling to process what her eyes were seeing.
In all her decades of life—through wars and peace, through joy and sorrow, through every scandal and secret the village had ever produced she had never been this shocked. Not once.
Sure, just yesterday she had caught a glimpse of Luca and Leona in a rather intimate position, but she had brushed it off as something wholesome, something warm and cute.
Two lonely souls finding comfort in each other, fostering feelings that might blossom into something sweet.
She had even teased them about it going deeper, but she had never truly believed her own words. It was all just playful banter, a little sisterly jab to lighten the mood.
But who would have thought those teasing words would turn out to be prophetic?
