“Ariana, are you paying attention?” Yetta snapped her fingers in front of Ari’s face, causing her to blink a few times and refocus again on her mentor who was sitting next to her on a high stool at the kitchen island counter. Over the last few days, Ari had managed to be a little less distracted and had been better about not feeling incredibly sad all the time. No matter how interesting the magic instruction was, her mentors’ voices would simply fade into the background. Because when things got quiet, her mind had no willpower, straying to the ache in her heart created by Adrian Nicolet. It was at these times, she had to act quick, catching the tears that slipped freely from her eyes, so no one would see. Because if they saw, they would question. And she didn’t want to answer q