Chapter 104 He Is Out There

• *Xelina*
• The glen opens before us like a secret whispered by the trees. Every branch, every leaf hums with quiet enchantment. I step forward, breathing it in deeply. The stillness here is different: alive with good magic. Lazlo walks beside me, his hand grazing mine. The path beneath our feet was worn smooth by witches who came before us, those who sought peace, healing, or simply a place to exhale.
• My grandmother, Elysia, steps from the trees wearing a deep green gown, her soft white curls framing a face with eyes the color of smoke. Before I even take the last step, her arms open wide, and I fold into her embrace, burying my face against her shoulder where the scent of lilies washes over me.