Emily's POV
"Tessa, I swear to the Goddess, if you don't lower your voice, I will throw you off this damn balcony."
Tessa huffed dramatically, crossing her arms as she glared at me from the corner of my suite. "Emily, I am lowering my voice. This is me whispering!"
I rolled my eyes. "Then whisper quieter."
We were supposed to be getting ready for dinner, but instead, Tessa had barged into my room, full of righteous fury and unsolicited advice. Now here we were—hunched near the floor-to-ceiling windows, arguing in hushed tones like two criminals planning a heist.
"Look," she snapped, gripping my wrist tightly, "you need to go back to NYC and see Morgana. Immediately. This whole 'let's pretend I'm not possessed by a literal demon' act? It's not working."
I ripped my wrist away, exhalin
