The coffee shop's ambiance shifted as Caspian and Damien settled into a secluded corner booth. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the underlying scent of old wood and leather, creating an atmosphere thick with history and secrets.
Damien leaned forward, his silver eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, brother," he began, his voice low and smooth, "care to enlighten me about your enchanting little witch?"
Caspian's fingers traced the rim of his cup, his expression unreadable. "Her name is Lily," he replied, his tone carefully neutral. "That's all I know."
But even as the words left his lips, Caspian felt a stirring deep within. The memory of Lily's fiery hair, her emerald eyes flashing with defiance, sent a jolt through his centuries-old heart. He could still feel the elec
