Mistress Denna’s POV
If the Enchantress didn’t answer this time, I swore on all the cursed moons I’d burn her silk curtains.
I had taken the stairs two at a time, my nerves on edge. Rowan’s demand still rang in my ears like a death sentence. I didn’t have the patience for this.
“Enchantress?” I knocked again, louder this time. “We have a—”
The door flung open with such force that I nearly stumbled inside.
“—problem,” I finished weakly, catching my balance.
“Do you ever knock like a civilized being?” she hissed.
“I did! Three times!” I held up three fingers for emphasis. “The problem is you never answer!”
The Enchantress’s chambers smelled like jasmine, smoke, and too many secrets. I hated coming here, it always felt like walking into the lion’s den wearing a “bite me” sign.
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