Having maneuvered Ian into a private confrontation, Beatrix aimed to fix what she felt was broken between them. For seven years, a cherished promise had fueled all her effort and magic.
Ian wanted to say something, but she put a finger on his lips, gently shushing him before turning to Edmond, who was watching the two from the sofa he was lying on without a hint of shame. He seemed rather uncomfortable about what Beatrix was doing, but what Beatrix did next annoyed him greatly.
"TRANSMIX!"
Her magic word created an invisible bubble between her and Ian that only allowed voices to travel inside without escaping outside, before completely dampening the vocal vibrations.
"This?"
Ian felt the spell around him, and as he spoke, he felt even stranger, as the voice he was hearing was distorting and not reflecting back to his ears, creating a very weird feeling.
"No one will hear us like this, dear Ian."
