Chapter Twenty Six
The Binding Flame By afternoon, the café sparkled with charmwork and gentle chaos. A tray of moon-shaped pastries cooled on the counter. Lavender-glow garlands curled lovingly around the windows. Laughter filled the air, along with the scent of warm cinnamon and something citrusy Nerissa refused to reveal yet. Luca stood near the back, brushing sugar off his sleeve when Althea approached. She held something small in her hand. “You ready?” she asked softly. He looked at her. Really looked. And something in him settled. “I think I am.” She opened her palm to reveal a crescent moon charm, etched with protective runes. “For the ceremony. The High Mother asked me to give it to you.” He took it gently, fingertips brushing hers. “Thanks, Althea. For… all of this.” Her smile was soft. “You
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