My wife

Belle remained in Quinn's tent, her patience wearing thin as the guards refused to let her leave. Mia, unwilling to wait idly any longer, had ventured off to spy on the meeting, hoping to learn why it was taking so long. Yet she had yet to return, only adding to Belle's growing unease.

She considered slipping out through the side of the tent, but the heavy presence of guards surrounding it made escape impossible. Why was he keeping her here? The longer she waited, the more restless she became. And then there was her mother, why had she suddenly appeared in her dream? Maddie had once said there was a reason for her being here. Could it be true? If she had not been sent to this place, she would never have learned that her mother was a witch, nor that she herself was one. If her mother had been a black witch, then perhaps Christabel could tell her more. Was it merely a dream, or had her mother truly reached out to her?