Chapter Twenty Five
A Place to Call Home (Luca POV) The moonlight filtered through ivy-wrapped windows, casting soft silver patterns across the wooden floor. Luca stepped into his new room, the air humming softly with unfamiliar magic. The door had let out a groaning creak and a dramatic sigh— "Finally! A worthy occupant! Gods, I thought I’d be stuck with dust bunnies forever." He blinked. Bryn’s voice echoed in his head from earlier: “I may or may not have enchanted your door to open with a pun.” She wasn’t lying. The room itself was charming, built in that lived-in kind of way that only magical places managed. A stone hearth nestled into the wall across from the bed, flickering to life the moment Luca dropped his bag. The bed sighed too—literally—stretching with contentment. "Ahh. Someone with a spi
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