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“Do you know what books she’s been reading?”

I shook my head. “No.” A bookcase sat in her living room of her apartment—what were the contents? Did she miss having those things here? Maybe I should take another trip to the human realm. I could ask Willow what things would make her feel more at home here.

A smirked curled over his face, red eyes shining with mischief. “You should ask her.”

“Alright.”

I put down the stack of papers I was working on.

They could wait.

Checking on my bride could not.

NINETEEN

luna

Yawning, I stretched my arms, feeling sore in all the best places. The past few days had been good. Great. It felt like Zain was opening up to me, and I was just happy to spend more time with him again.

This morning, I’d finally gathered my pride and asked if I could use the kitchen, wanting a distraction from all the bustling about the palace. I didn’t have to lift a finger, which felt strange, considering it was my wedding, too.

It was rather easy to commandeer the kitchen, especially given I was marrying theirbelovedCrown Prince. Though sometimes I wasn’t sure if they worshipped him or were terrified of him. Maybe both. When he was with me, he was like a little puppy, but I saw how broody he was with everyone else.

Either way, I had a kitchen, and thanks to a little begging to Zain, I had access to all of my ingredients from my bakery in Pleasant Grove. He’d opened a portal for me, though I’d barely had enough time to grab all my supplies before he closed it again.

The smell of baking cookies instantly made me feel at home.

All I needed was a cup of my sister’s legendary coffee to feel better.

I wished I could call her. If only my phone worked here. In so many ways, I wished this world wasn’t a realm away from my sister.

Tomorrow, I was getting married. I would be someone’s wife.

My world was changing right before my eyes.

I’d dreamt about the two little ones again last night. And when I woke up, my surroundings still strange to my eyes, I couldn’t get those golden and lavender eyes out of my mind.

So strange. Because they felt so familiar. Like Ishouldknow who they were. Was I seeing the past—Zain’s past? But who was the little girl? I’d never met a single witch with eyes of a purple hue.

What would he think?Maybe he’d be like the others—brush it off, tell me I was just making it up. But I didn’t think so. He’d always seen me, listened to me, in a way that I knew he wasn’t faking.

Suddenly, it all felt so real.

I cared for him—I knew that in the depths of my soul—and even with everything that had happened, I still felt a rush of anxiety and apprehension. Maybe it was that my family wasn’t here. A rush of sadness passed through me, thinking about our parents.

Would their spirits be able to find me here, looking over me as I said my vows? Or was that just the hope of a naive girl?

“Somehow, I knew I’d find you here,” came a familiar voice.

My head whipped around, though I couldn’t find any words as I saw the head of light brown hair come into view.

“I heard someone needed an older sister,” Willow said, a grin spread over her face.

Happiness pooled in my chest, and my heart felt full.

My eyes instantly flooded with tears. She washere.

Before I realized it, my feet were flying, and I met her halfway across the room.

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