~Ciela
The evening light stretched long across my desk, bleeding orange through the curtains. My room smelled faintly of parchment and lavender soap. I sat cross-legged by the window, book in hand, trying to focus on a passage about ancient mana formations. The words blurred after a while. My thoughts, still slipping back to the documents I’d seen in Father’s study.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Maybe I was just overthinking it. He handled dozens of projects every month. It probably meant nothing.
Then came a soft tap-tap on the window.
I froze. My room was on the second floor.
The knock came again — louder this time. I turned slowly, heart climbing into my throat, and saw a shadow just outside the glass.
When I leaned closer, a grin met me through the pane. Kendrix.
I let out a breath
