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Emily glanced at Logan. “Like when your eyes change color.”

Logan nodded. “They are vain when it comes to the druids, especially their mates.”

Emily chuckled. “That’s kind of cute.”

Logan grunted. “Do not encourage him. Lavender eyes are quite conspicuous in the human population, and I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck on the property until he is done preening.”

Emily shrugged. “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

Logan and she shared a heated gaze, and she had to look away. Had she actually flirted in front of a couple she just met? What was wrong with her?

Mara set a plate to snickerdoodles in front of her before Legion placed the tea beside them. She took a bite of the sweet cookie and moaned as the taste exploded on her tongue.

“Dear god. These are heavenly? Did you use magic to make them?”

Mara laughed. “No. I love to cook. These are just your run-of-the-mill cookies.”

She glanced at Logan. “Tell me she is kidding. People would pay top dollar for baked goods like this.”

Legion slipped her arm around Mara’s waist. “That may betrue, but she is our treasure, and there are more than enough dragons for her to cook for here.”

She pursed her lips and leaned toward Logan. “Legion isn’t big on sharsies, is he?”

Logan’s smile lit his eyes. “Not when it comes to Mara, no. But then, none of us are. He still grumbles when she takes a shift at the store. She does make many of the baked items for the cafe.”

“You have a store?” she asked.

“Inn Plain Sight. It burned down, but it was rebuilt and is up and running again.”

“I have been there. Not since it reopened, but before. I bought several of your soaps and creams. It’s great stuff.”

She took another bite of the snickerdoodles. “I really love these. They are my favorite.”

Mara glanced at her husband. “I know. I had a vision of you sitting here eating them. But I didn’t know who you were, only that you would end up at our table.”

Emily paused. “How?”

“I am a seer. That’s my power. I don’t know what yours is, but I can feel you are one of my sisters.”

Emily wrapped her fingers around the teacup and took a sip. Mara was genuine. She believed everything she had told Emily. She had always had a knack for detecting lies.

As Emily grappled with Mara’s unexpected declaration, a whirlwind of emotions churned within her, threatening to overwhelm her composure. For years, she had grown accustomed to being tolerated and utilized solely for her skills, never daring to hope for genuine connection or camaraderie.

Both Mara and Logan were like beacons of light amidst the darkness of her solitary existence. And yet, even as the warmth of Mara’s words washed over her, Emily couldn’t shake the nagging sense of doubt.

Mara exuded a power and confidence that Emily could onlydream of possessing. Not in her skills as a thief, but in family dynamics and simple friendship. It was clear that Mara was far more skilled and experienced than Emily could ever hope to be, leaving her feeling inadequate and unworthy of such genuine affection.

But deep down, beneath the layers of self-doubt and insecurity, Emily couldn’t deny the longing in her heart for the kind of connection that Mara offered. It was a rare and precious gift—one that she didn’t deserve, yet couldn’t help but crave with every fiber of her being.

“What kinds of powers do the druids have? Logan told me some things, but I think he was glossing over some important bits.”

Mara nodded and sat down as Legion placed her tea in front of her. “Natalie has been my best friend since our time at camp. You weren’t there, so I am assuming you are one of Adara’s lost druids. She has lost track of many of them.”

“I never went to any camps. But what is Natalie’s power?”

“She is a daughter. She can grow anything. We all have an affinity for nature, but her powers are much more connected to the earth. She grows all the ingredients for the creams at the store, and she is excellent with computers.”

Emily leaned forward. “She is a hacker?”

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