They waited several hours before making a move. Mirra was proven right; they did not have to worry about food. Fifteen minutes into their confinement, to her and Caine’s great shock, a platter, laden with slices of cold meat and cheese, suddenly materialized in the middle of the table.

Vix had tried not to think too much about it as she munched on her dinner. ‘Magic, again.’ She could not tell whether she wanted to learn more about it, or whether she wished she had never found ...