Aura shook her head. “Check again, Destiny. Are you sure you read Topper’s life thread correctly? This shouldn’t be happening to her—not now. She’s just about to have her sixty-second birthday. She’s entering her crone prime.”
Destiny narrowed her gaze and glared. “After all these millennia, you have a lot of nerve doubting my reading, Aura. Being sixty witch years is very different from that age in a non-magical. In fact, even humans don’t have to let a seasoned age mean anything to their life span these days. Wasn’t it you who said age is merely a number, not a determiner?”
Aura huffed. “I was waxing poetic, not talking about math, Destiny. I simply detest calculations.”
Fortune raised her voice. “Now, now, sisters… I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for this anomaly we’ve
