The cool evening breeze was just what Levina needed to ease the sadness she was feeling. She had been thinking about Marie most of the day, and it still didn't make sense to her. Marie deserved a better funeral, just like all witches. Levina sighed and kicked a small rock in front of her.
Soon they would be on their way home, and she could finally leave everything that had happened in the past few weeks behind her. And then there was Lucien...
"You've been oddly quiet since our conversation this morning," Aerilyn said, fixing her gaze on the bracelet around her wrist to avoid making eye contact. Not that it mattered, Levina was too busy staring into space to notice. "Are you feeling okay?"
