The sound of the cartoon filled the room with cheerful music and laughter, but neither Mason nor Aria were truly watching.
Their eyes were fixed on the screen, yet their minds were adrift—locked in silent battles against thoughts they both refused to speak aloud.
They were thinking of each other. Waiting for someone to say something… or do something.
But no words came. No movement. Just the sound of the TV and the steady rhythm of Nina’s breathing as she slept, curled safely between them.
Mason finally let his gaze drop to his daughter sleeping peacefully.
But then his attention was drawn to something far more distracting.
Aria waited, watching Mason closely, expecting him to elaborate on his earlier statement. But the answer never came.Instead, he nodded toward something behind her.She followed his gaze, turning slightly in her seat to glance over her shoulder. Down by the shoreline, Shaman Orun was surrounded by several people, all busy unloading bundles and crates from a long wooden cart.“What are they doing?” she asked, as she brought her fork to her mouth again.“They’re setting up for your ritual,” Mason replied calmly.Aria blinked, chewing thoughtfully. “I didn’t think it would require that much effort and preparation.”“They rarely are,” Mason said, watching with her as the scene unfolded below. “But your case is… unique.”They both silently observed as the group began arranging stones into a large circular formation. In the center of the circle, they built a small bonfire, layering different types of leaves and flower petals in a careful, almost ceremonial pattern around it. Two other peopl
Everyone stared at the door Shaman Orun had just walked through, stunned into a collective silence. No one seemed brave enough to speak first—either lost in thought or too embarrassed to address what had just been said.Finally, it was Mason who broke the tension. “Cecil, can you stay with Aria for a while? I need to talk to Nina and explain that she can’t come in here or sleep beside me tonight.” He sighed and muttered under his breath, “Let’s pray she doesn’t throw a fit.”Cecil gave him a sharp nod. “Go. I’ve got her.”Mason turned to Julian next. “Tell the staff to bring our dinner up here. Aria and I won’t be joining everyone downstairs tonight.”Julian gave a playful salute before glancing at Aria. “Got any special requests for dinner?”Aria smiled faintly. “I’m fine with anything. I don’t want to be a demanding guest.”Julian nodded and made his way out.Once the door shut behind him, Cecil let out a breath and sat beside Aria, her face painted with concern.“Are you sure it’s
Aria stirred awake to an unfamiliar scent, earthy, sweet, and sharply peppery, that stung her nose and made her eyes well up with sudden tears.She blinked rapidly, her vision adjusting to the smoky room. As her senses returned, she spotted a figure moving rhythmically around the room.It was Shaman Orun, gliding silently with a bundle of burning sage in one hand, murmuring words in a language she didn’t recognize. The smoke curled like ghostly ribbons through the air, swirling around the edges of the room.Then her gaze landed on Mason. He was standing quietly in one corner, his eyes closed, a similar bundle of sage in his hands.Aria slowly pushed herself upright, but the moment she
Cecil and Julian strolled into the dining room not long after, laughter trailing behind them. But Aria’s brow rose the moment she spotted Cecil, hair damp with sweat, her cheeks still flushed from exertion.Cecil caught the look instantly and chuckled as she grabbed a glass of water.“Don’t worry, I wasn’t chased by wolves or anything. We just had a little sparring match after our morning jog... around the rooftop,” she said, pointing her thumb at Julian.Julian puffed his chest and flexed dramatically. “She’s a beast, your assistant. Where do you even find someone like this? I need one too, maybe with slightly fewer uppercuts though.”Cecil rolled her eyes and gave hi
Aria pulled away the moment Mason deepened their kiss, her breath hitching as she broke the connection. His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes.“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “That was… beautiful. Too beautiful. But we shouldn’t… not here. Maybe… maybe not at all.”She quickly shifted from his lap, sitting upright on the edge of the sofa, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed them over her thighs.Mason blinked, trying to ground himself. “Is something wrong?” he asked, carefully, not pushing, just wanting to understand.Aria gave a bitter, quiet smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You
The sound of the cartoon filled the room with cheerful music and laughter, but neither Mason nor Aria were truly watching.Their eyes were fixed on the screen, yet their minds were adrift—locked in silent battles against thoughts they both refused to speak aloud.They were thinking of each other. Waiting for someone to say something… or do something.But no words came. No movement. Just the sound of the TV and the steady rhythm of Nina’s breathing as she slept, curled safely between them.Mason finally let his gaze drop to his daughter sleeping peacefully.But then his attention was drawn to something far more distracting.