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Chapter Seventy-Nine

Author: Larissa Watson
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-04 15:49:40

Loria’s POV

The kitchen was massive, tucked behind double swinging doors just off the main corridor. Stone hearths lined one wall. Rusted pots hung above ancient counters, and there were at least six iron stoves—none of them functional. A few dry wooden prep tables sat in the center, warped by time and age.

“This is going to take some serious energy,” I said, frowning.

Simon stepped up beside me. “Let’s do it together.”

We didn’t speak after that. Our magic rose, golden and white, the tendrils of it curling outward like fingers searching for understanding. I focused on the structure—stability, purpose, cleanliness. Zerina poured power through me like a second heartbeat.

Simon’s magic hummed through the floor—low and steady, like the earth itself responding to his call. Where mine restored the soul of the kitchen, his strengthened the body. Cracks in the stone healed. The rust disappeared. The air warmed, fragrant with subtle herbs and soapstone.

The counters gleamed again, marble emer
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