Iris’s POV
Iris leaned back in the ornate leather chair of her office, her fingers drumming against the glowing surface of her enchanted desk. The room was filled with the hum of protective wards and the faint scent of burning sage. Stacks of ancient tomes floated in midair, their pages turning on their own as spells filtered through the air in whispered chants. It was a room that radiated magic, power, and—at the moment—unbridled frustration.
Romulus appeared in the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the glowing runes etched into the archway. He held a steaming cup of chamomile tea, his expression a careful blend of amusement and concern.
“Still at it, love?” he asked, stepping into the room.
“Do I look like I’ve found the answer to Titan magic?” Iris snapped, gesturing to t
