Julianne's POV
Arthur’s hand slipped from my shoulder, and before I could say anything, he pulled me close. His lips met mine, soft at first, then more urgent as his arms wrapped around me. I melted into the kiss, everything else fading away. For a moment, I didn’t think about the festival, the witches, or the strange power inside me. All I cared about was the way Arthur made me feel safe, loved, and complete.
I sat across from Loretta, my hands trembling as I explained to her what just transpired a few hours ago. She should have an idea of what is going on since this whole situation revolves around us. And besides the whole situation is starting to feel like a tangled mess I couldn’t untangle, no matter how hard I tried. I spilled everything to Loretta, not leaving a single part of the
