The room was dimly lit, warmed by the golden hue of candlelight and the soft, humming energy of the warding spells Grace had laid around the space to ensure their privacy. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, made heavier by the magnetic presence of the three men who surrounded her—Davian, Dr. Kian, and Rune.
They had agreed to leave for the Magik Realm soon, but tonight was meant to be just for them—one last night together before the journey. And Grace, for all her strength and poise, now lay in their arms, blindfolded by a silk band she had allowed Rune to tie gently over her eyes.
