Grace - POV
Inside the small, dimly lit home, Glinda gestured for Zane and me to take our seats at a small wooden table. She placed two teacups before us and offered me one with a calm smile. “You need this tea, Grace. It’ll help ease your anxiety.” Her voice was gentle, soothing even, but I was wary. I lifted the cup to my nose, inhaling the scent of lavender. No hint of poison or magic—just a calming herbal brew.
Glinda smiled knowingly, catching my hesitation, but I finally took a sip. Zane, meanwhile, sat rigid, his eyes locked onto Glinda, suspicion flickering in his gaze.
“So,” Glinda began, taking a sip of her own tea, “I assume you’re here to learn the whereabouts of your sisters, Hailey and Rosie.”
“They’re more than just friends to me. They are my family, the only family I ha
