POV: Roxana
I barely slept before the sun rose, my mind replaying every moment of the night over and over, searching for any c***k in my story Magnus might have noticed. When the maids came to dress me, their hands trembled slightly, the entire household clearly still shaken from the chaos of the missing witch.
By the time I reached the dining hall, the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Victoria and Celeste sat stiffly at the table, Jaxon lounged with a smug expression that made my skin crawl, and Magnus stood near the window, his back to the room, radiating quiet fury.
"The prisoner escaped under everyone's nose," Victoria said the moment I sat down, her voice dripping with false concern. "How strange, that it happens so soon after our new Luna developed such a deep int
