Rebecca’s POVBy ten the next morning, I should have been sitting in class. Instead, I was walking across the Academy grounds toward the witches' block on the far side of campus.I hadn't slept properly after returning from Enzo's hotel. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw pieces of things I couldn't fully remember—Enzo smiling at me, a wedding ring on my finger, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and then complete darkness. It was driving me crazy. I needed answers, and I needed them today.The witches' building stood apart from the rest of the territory, surrounded by tall, ancient trees and a heavy, thrumming atmosphere thick with the scent of crushed herbs, dried sage, and latent magic. Most people avoided this side of campus unless they had a reason to be here.Today, I had a damn good reason.I stepped into the courtyard, where a woman in her late thirties with sharp, observant grey eyes stopped sweeping the stone steps and looked up at me. She wore a long black dress
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