Azandra POV

Garnet’s tower had good energy for sitting in silence and casting spells and crystal gazing. 

Azandra sat with Rose quietly, meditating. Rose’s eyes were closed and she sat cross-legged on the stone floor. Their breaths went in and out slowly.

Until they got the signal to move, to do anything, everyone in the family was on edge. Especially Garnet and Jiro. After all, they felt responsible for Cyran and Naomi, and they had just broken all of Jiro’s rules. ...