Standing by the bedroom window, Andrea watched the sun rise over the trees, her fingers twisting together anxiously. Over her shoulder, Kristy still slept, unaware that Andrea had ever left the room and spent the night on the floor of Ulric’s office.
When she had returned to the room half an hour ago, Andrea had feared she would find Kristy scowling at the door, waiting for her, but her sister had been sleeping. Andrea wasn’t sure, but a part of her had almost been disappointed at not being discovered.
Maybe she had wanted Kristy to discover what she had done, so she didn’t have to lie about it. She really didn’t want to analyze her emotions so deeply just yet. Not when she couldn’t tear her mind away from Ulric and what had happened that morning.
Was he really okay? Or had the magic
