Talia's POV
I feel a strange heaviness in my chest as I stand on the palace balcony, looking down at the town, three mornings after my confrontation with Bran. The Misfits go about their day-to-day activities, but I can feel this weird tension lurking underneath that just won't go away, no matter how hard I push it.
With everything I have done to Bran these past weeks, he still won't go away. Even after suppressing his wolf, he still stays. I shouldn't have given him back his wolf. I should have made him promise to leave me alone for good before returning it. With Grandma's cookbook, all things seem to be possible, and each stunt I pulled on him was either a portion from the cookbook or a spell from it.
But there doesn't seem to be any portion or spell for the strange feeling I woke up
