LUCY
"Don't reject me."
Tavric's words ring like a lullaby in my head, repeating over and over for the hour since he left, until they finally spill from my lips in a whisper.
I sigh and take a long drink from the chamomile tea Jaxl served me.
Tavric's friend hasn't said a word to me in our first and only meeting—not even a simple "how are you doing?"—though I didn't sense any lingering anger in his eyes. There's no emotion at all. He simply dropped the tray on the stand and left.
But I don't even have the energy to dwell on his silence, because it's Tavric's voice that echoes in the quiet, competing only with the revelation of Amara's true identity.
A witch.
I have been friends with a witch for over a year and hadn't suspected a thing. My father would be disappointed.
And he raised me to distrust their kind… yet this one saved my life.
