Chapter 153

• Ursula’s POV
• As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a cascade of fiery oranges and deep purples, a familiar warmth settled in my chest. The air was thick with magic, humming in the distance like an unspoken promise.
• I slid behind the wheel of my car, my fingers gripping the cool leather as I exhaled slowly. Tonight was different. Special. The excitement that stirred within me wasn’t just from the anticipation of seeing Tristan—it was the longing for something I had lost long ago. A love I had once believed was eternal.