Rina’s POV
I glared at them with sheer jealousy, my heart racing faster with every passing second as I watched the two of them, Lysander and the witch.
Rebecca had looked nothing less than grumpy since she joined Ravina and me at the dining table. In a bid to cheer her up, an effort I couldn’t understand, Lysander offered her food. But she refused everything, not even sparing him a glance. My grip tightened around my fork as I watched their little squabble. It looked like something straight out of a mediocre rom-com.
When had they become so close? Why was he even trying to feed her when she had two functioning hands to pick up whatever she wanted? Ravina must have noticed how furious I was because she finally butted in after a quick glance in my direction.
“Wait a minute,” Ravina inter
