“Well, since she's already here.” He started, leaning into his chair and folding his arms. His expression morphed into a smirk this time, confusing Marisol with the sudden change as he added, “Don’t you think now would be the perfect time to do what I asked of you?”Marisol, utterly lost and confuse
“Cedric, stop!” Marisol called out, running after Cedric, who was idly walking back to the hidden castle, getting nothing in reply or even in the way of acknowledgment.She ran until she bumped into him, hearing as he sucked in a sharp breath before turning around ever so slowly. “Yes, Marisol?” He
Who was Guinevere, and what had driven her to cast such a malevolent spell?She'd read of the wars between Ember Coven and Redwood Pack, but there was no mention of a ‘Guinevere’. The only place she'd come across her name was in the prophecy. The same one that mentioned that war was coming to Redwoo
Marisol groaned unconsciously as they entered the café, the sight and pleasing smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods overwhelming her senses. The familiar aroma stirred something within her, a longing for the simple pleasures of life that she had been deprived of for so long.As they made t
Marisol's stomach churned with unease at the thought of facing such a formidable adversary, her mind grappling with the enormity of the threat they faced.Seeing as Sophia was no longer speaking, Marisol leaned forward, heaving a sigh as her eyes searched Sophia's face for any hint of deception or t
By the time Marisol parted ways with Sophia, it was well into the evening. Although she itched to go find Lily and share everything that had happened whilst seeking her input, Marisol headed for the hidden castle instead. She walked into the hidden castle with a pep in her step, her mind still buzz
After a few moments of tense silence, Marisol decided she couldn't take it anymore. "Are you going to eat, or do you plan to just stare at me through the night?” She deadpans.Cedric blinked at that, as if snapping out of a trance, and quickly averted his gaze. "Sorry," he mutters, eyes now on his f
Lingering stares evolved into deliberate, lingering touches, each contact sending a jolt of electricity through Marisol's veins. It was as if every brush of his skin against hers ignited a fire within her, one that burned so deliciously, leaving her yearning for more.It was in the library one eveni