She froze at first, then told herself to relax, reminding herself that she was in a safe space,
“Eventually. I feel as though, eventually, he just might need to know.”
“Seeing as there is the spark between you two?” Dinah asked, and Layla blushed,
“There is that. There are also the visions and the war. I can’t hide my nature from him all through that period.” And just like that, they were going to speak of war,
“I suppose not. Do you know? We don’t hate witches where I come from.” She said with a smile,
“I know. I don’t think you do. But then again, I fear him looking at me differently regardless.”
Dinah looked at her with compassion. Those had been her cousin’s exact words,
“I wouldn’t be so sure though.”
Layla smiled and shrugged,
“Maybe. A woman can only hope.”
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