Nathan had dragged every map, journal and rune sketch we had onto the dining table. It had turned into more of a war room than an actual room. Papers were everywhere. Candles burned low. The air smelled like ink and cedar and the faint metallic tang of magic.
I sat exactly where I wanted to be.
On Nathan’s lap.
He claimed it was because the seat beside him was covered in documents. I claimed it was because he was obsessed with me. I was right.
Leah paced in front of the table, muttering spells under her breath as she examined the glowing silver handprint she had managed to preserve on a sheet of enchanted parchment. Felix leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes always drifting to me but never staying long enough to count as eye contact.
Nathan’s arms wrapped around my waist, h
