Aurora had spent the rest of the afternoon under the watchful eyes of her aunt. She’d pretended not to notice as she studied her family’s grimoire, but it irritated her enough for her to not be able to focus on the handwritten words on the worn pages.
When she thought the torture was finally over, and she almost took a breath of relief, her aunt had asked her to stay with her for a few more minutes. And then, Lorenzo joined them. Oh boy, this felt like an intervention.
“Sunshine, we’re worried about you,” Lorenzo stated, and Sofia placed her hand on his arm as she nodded in agreement.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“We’re talking about the crown prince, of course. Leandro. What do you actually know about him?” Sofia asked her.
“He told me about his family, about what happen
