When Royle emerged from the bathing room, all the lights had been turned off. It would have been pitch black had it not been for a soft glowing ball of light that had been suspended in the air above the bed.
“I left the light, so you wouldn’t have to fumble around in the dark to get dressed,” Misa’s voice came from the darkened dining room. Royle could see a flicker of a familiar orange light against a counter. He raised his brows in surprise. He hadn’t thought Misa was into anything remotely romantic.
Still, he didn’t want to keep his fiancée waiting. Fiancée. The word brought a smile to his lips and a flutter in his heart. But that was quickly dissolved when he remembered the southern witch’s warning. If he didn’t figure out what the hell was going on, Misa would only ever
