A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the sound laced with a hint of nervousness. The idea of Caspian meeting her mother, of delving into the depths of their family's secrets, sent a shiver down her spine. It was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
Her mother raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And does he know yours?" she asked, her tone light but probing.
Lily felt a flush creep up her neck, her skin prickling with heat. "Yes," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. She traced the intricate patterns of the worn rug with her toe, suddenly feeling like a child caught in a lie.
The words hung in the air between them, laden with unspoken truths and ancient magic. Lily could almost taste the power on her tongue, a heady mix of anticipation and fear. Tomorrow would chang
