Things had been awkward ever since Ken saved her.
For the first time, she was experiencing what it felt like to have a crush—an actual, fluttery, heart-thudding crush.
It was strange to her.
She'd never felt anything beyond fleeting lust before, and now she couldn't explain what it was about Ken that kept pulling her toward him.
Standing in the wandmaker's shop, she tried to distract herself.
The shop was surprisingly modern, especially in a realm so dystopian. The tall skyscraper building loomed over the street, its walls lined with boxes—each one holding wands, carefully labeled with the names of their previous and current owners.
Sarah peered over Rexan's shoulder. "Your bark is so pretty, really," she said, her voice filled with admiration.
"It's so rare," Clara added, marveling at the glowing black wood.
