Malik arrived from the firm that afternoon, confusion shadowing his features as he stepped through the front door. He paused, scanning the room to see Selene cross-legged on the couch, laptop open, surrounded by books, old journal pages, and a few flickering white candles that made the room smell faintly of cinnamon and herbs. A small mason jar rested on the table, sealed with a thick layer of white wax.
Selene looked up when she saw him and gestured for him to sit down beside her.
"You in here casting spells?" He asked lightheartedly, but with a hint of seriousness.
"Malik," she began gently as he slowly sat down, watching her cautiously, "I need you to hear me out, okay. Listen to everything I have to say... All of it."
His brow furrowed, but he nodded and leaned back onto the couch
