Chapter 77
Cameron
I sit in the café, the same one where Lenora and Ronan first cornered me months ago. Back then, I thought Lenora was delusional, speaking about fated mates like it was some fairytale.
Now? She's my entire world. Funny how fast everything can change.
So my gut feeling about a witch owning this place was right—she does.
Simone asked a couple of weeks ago because I was so curious, and apparently there's not just a spell woven into the drinks, but one laid over the entire premises. A subtle enchantment that drapes calm over anyone who steps inside, coaxing sharp edges into soft ones, volatile tempers into manageable ones.
That's why I wanted to meet here. If Adrian Neta and I were going to talk without posturing, without bloodshed, it had to be somewhere that dulled the instinct to bare teeth and claws.
I'm calm. Relaxed. Controlled. Exactly how I need to be.
Soon enough, the door opens, and Adrian walks in—alone. No brothers, no sister. Just him.
