Diana
And today, having found not the slightest mention of a true-mate bond, sacred ties or, failing that, Artemis’s gift, Sabina and I finally left the library. If anyone ever discovered the real reason for our visits, we would be in serious trouble.
Our training had already entered its second week, and day after day seemed to follow the same familiar routine.
“How are you feeling?” Adamine winked at me as she fussed over a small tree that was beginning to wither, coaxing it back to something resembling good health.
She treated plants like her own children. The moment she spotted a dying tree, she rushed to its rescue as though the fate of the entire Coven depended on the condition of a single bush.
“Trust Maya with anything after this…” the red-haired witch grumbled, passing a hand
