Fiona - POV
From the couch, I pulled the dagger from the bag and stood, tense and alert. Across from me, Emma mirrored my stance, ready for anything. The light in the room slowly dimmed.
“I loathe teleporting, and I loathe traveling for more than two hours straight,” Agatha complained, appearing in the center of the room. She was dressed in her clan’s signature robes and cloak, the crest embroidered boldly across the fabric.
I exhaled heavily, letting some of my tension slip away. “Emma, relax,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I know Agatha. Let’s not fight.”
Emma hesitated for a moment before reluctantly dropping her stance. I studied her carefully, catching the way her sharp gaze lingered on me, a mixture of curiosity and caution in her expression.
“I didn’t realize you already had
