|| Lilac’s POV ||

The scent of dried lavender and burning sage clung to the air inside Endora's cramped hut as I sat across from the ancient healer, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my teacup. Sun light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured patterns across the wooden table between us.

I came to Endora for another session after the little morning encounter with the king. Alaric looked a bit disoriented. Something was off and I just couldn't ...