'I can't believe he just went straight ahead and said that to Lady Moonstone,' Mabel thought as she and Liam stepped into the training hall, the echo of Mystica's mischievous grin still fresh and vivid in her mind. The door had barely closed behind the Queen and her companion before Mabel felt the weight of that look—sharp, playful, and promising future torment.
She released an inward sigh, resigned to her fate. 'I'm never going to have a moment's peace with that woman around. She'll probably dedicate herself to teasing me every chance she gets… and all because of a sixteen-year-old boy.'
