Windmere… “Here. If you’re going to sit there, read through this. We’re looking for anything related to the Prophecy, the items I’ve recovered, or sorcerers,” Skyler pushed a text across the table toward Simone.
She opened the cover, sneezed at the cloud of dust that swirled at being disturbed, and skimmed the pages. With the cloak full of fruit in front of them, Skyler and Gage ate almost absentmindedly, and Simone picked at a few of the berries, remembering her reaction to Jules, and that she had almost allowed him to kiss her. Even now, as she thought about it, the words in front of her hardly registering in her mind, she realized she wasn’t opposed to the idea. In fact, it fascinated her. A kiss. There wasn’t much risk in that, was there? Shrugging to herself, she decided that, should
