Glenice approached the table with a smile. She pulled it out quietly and sat down, smoothing the sleeves of her coat before looking at him.
"What would you like to have?" Carlos asked, setting his cup down on the table.
Glenice shook her head lightly. "No coffee for me at this hour," she replied. Then her expression softened slightly. "My condolences for your grandmother."
Carlos' eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You heard about it?"
A faint, knowing smile touched Glenice's lips. "Every witch has heard," she said calmly. "Ravenna was one of the greatest witches of her generation. The Ashfall family has always been meant to lead the witches and the mages alike." She paused, studying him carefully. "You are the only one who stepped away from that path. But fate has a way of correcting itself. If you refuse it, the deities will pull you back."
Carlos leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers tightening around the cup.
