He was here.
Misa couldn’t stop the pounding in her heart from beating into her ears. She had seen him during her daily walk to the courtyard to return her magic to the earth. Seen him and his flashy red shoulder pads accompanying Prince Peron to wherever it was.
She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her. He hadn’t been looking her way, and his attention was solely on the prince. Misa had frozen up when she saw him, but she hid behind a tree, anyway. The guards had given her puzzled looks, but Misa didn’t care.
He was here. And yet, she couldn’t go to him. Not when she was known as a witch in the palace. Not when doing so would give Nisha more leverage against her. Misa’s heart squeezed. So much that she thought it would burst. She missed him. How did she miss him even more after
