LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The battlefield was finally silent, but the air filled with the aftermath of chaos. My mind couldn't quiet down; the image of my Teresa and her brother taking over the battle field was etched into my brain. Their new forms were steadily growing on me, but they both needed a new cloaking spell if they wanted a chance at a normal life in society.
"Elizabeth," I called, my voice low but firm, breaking the tense quiet. "We need another concealing spell on them—now."
Elizabeth stepped forward, brushing her fiery red hair over her shoulder as she inspected Teresa and Luke. "You two really have a flair for the dramatic, don't you?" she muttered, her tone dry but laced with affection.
"Not our fault," Teresa said with a shrug, the sass in her voice almost making me smile. Almost. "You didn't exactly leave instructions for what to do when we start glowing like the Fourth of July again."
