Chapter 23

Sheila's point of view

I was walking the familiar, yet unusual, path to Valarie's very own spell room. I stopped in front of the odd-looking door without any doorknob or means to pull it open. I held my hand up in the air to knock at it when it pulled open with force. And standing a few inches away from me was Valarie. Her dark purple eyes fell on me, her lips twitching into a small smile as if she was expecting me.

"Come in, I was told you are in need of my help," she said, a little warmer than I had expected since our last meeting when she kept staring at me strangely.

I followed Valerie in, glancing at the large room. She was alone, as usual. "Yes, I am in need of your help, and right now, you are the only one that can help me."

She halted beside the large circular table, making me stop in my tracks as well.

Today, she wasn't wearing her usual black cloak; instead, she had a purple dress that complimented her eyes just fine.

"Alright, what is it?" She asked, watching me closely. I