A grunt escaped Ophelia's lips as she lost her concentration for the third time and threw her hands in the air before leaning back into her chair.
“Come on,” Ezra whispered with a soft smile on his lips. “Try again.” He urged.
Ophelia, slouching against her armchair, glared at him softly as she pouted, “I don’t even think I can control the elements Ezra. I’m the daughter of the moon goddess, not mother nature.”
“And I have told you a hundred times that it is one and the same thing in the terms of Sorin.” He mumbled, crossing his leg over another as he rested his elbow casually against the armrest of his own chair. His hair were a disheveled mess on his head but only made him seem more charming as he sat there wearing a crisp black shirt and dress pants. Ophelia could see the sliver o
