RAVENNA
I leaned back against the couch, feeling the weight of both their eyes on me. The air in the room felt thick, charged with curiosity and something else—expectation. Mira broke it first, blurting out, “You’re a witch, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in me. It wasn’t mocking, just the kind of laugh that escaped when the tension was unbearable. “A witch?” I repeated, shaking my head. “Not even close. Elias, it’s your turn. Last chance.”
Elias tilted his head, his brows knitting in thought. I could see him racking his memory, his lips pressing together before parting in a quiet chuckle. “Do you remember when I called you a full-time apothecary wizard and belly goddess?”
I almost choked on my own laugh. “You actually remember that?”
“How could I forget? Yo
