Eleonore’s POV
“How have you been?” Ronin’s voice called out from my phone, and I felt my tired eyes look at him through the video call. He seemed to have a soft expression on his face, as though he knew the answer to his question without me having to say a single thing.
It had been a week since the attack on Amanda, a week since I had found that book and a long, gruesome seven days of me trying to decipher and understand any and everything that I could from the ancient texts. Why in the h*ll was there no direct translation for the word ‘magic’ in this language at all! One would assume given the god d*mn context that that would be the first word to be translated!
I let out a tired, exasperated sigh and he only laughed at me.
