Nova shot Tristan a teasing glance. “I wasn’t nearly as mischievous as Ivy when I was little. I was an angel compared to her.”

Tristan wasn’t convinced. “Oh, really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe.”

…

Meanwhile, Elena and Victor had been burning the midnight oil for days. Finally, after countless hours of work, the antidote was ready.

Elena held up the small glass vial containing two tiny pills, pride swelling in her ...