Ivy Nocturne was miserable. While she had steeled herself to let go, the sheer cuteness and snarky kindness was so endearing she couldn't help it. Tiffaney Rosewood had somehow refused to let go of her heart, even if the noble lady knew it wasn't something that would ever happen. It had been hard, but even worse, only the blind missed out on the fact that Tiff and Liz were well on their way to being an item.
"I never thought the women who came out on top of the combative mage tournament would be so weak." Jasmin had stood behind her, wondering what drove the obsession.
"I still won, I chose to protect my friend. I also know the strength steward heirs have, so now is not a good time." When Jasmin smirked back at her the heat and anger that afflicted the young Nocturne skyrocketed.
