-LEENA-

“So, what exactly are you telling me here?” I ask, running my fingers through the knotted curls of my hair, debating taking the hunting knife to it just to be done with the constant tangling. But that would leave Bumble without a safe space and my magic depleted, so that’s out of the question.

It’s been over a week since the ambush, and Alec still hasn’t answered any of my questions in a direct way, sidestepping them constantly or redirecting them ...