Matilda's pov

The old hardwood floor was traced in straight silver lines by the moonlight that entered through the hut's roof holes. Smoke and plants filled the air. He hurried around grumbling to himself as he pulled jars from shelves and pushed bundles of parchment away while I awkwardly stood near the door.

I was still in pain from the ceremony two nights prior, so I put my arms to my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear Aura's cry. When I begged Edwin to tell me, he ...