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Lady Meridienne's study was sensory overload central. Books floated in lazy orbits around the ceiling, whispering secrets in languages that made my ears itch. Jars of powders and liquids lined the walls—some glowing, others pulsing, and a few that looked like they were plotting a jailbreak from their glass prisons.
At the center of this controlled chaos stood Lady Meridienne herself, silver hair crackling with static as Angelo finished recounting our garden encounter with the blood serpent.
"It spoke directly to Aiko?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. "You're certain?"
"Called her 'blood-caller,'" Petal confirmed from Aiko's shoulder, wings drooping as her usual vibrant glow dimmed to a nervous flicker. "Said she needed to return somewhere before Lord Angelo went all stab-happy on i
