Irina's POV
"Pick any number from 2 to 89," I instructed.
"49," Angie responded.
I dropped my gaze, thought it over for a beat, and my eyebrows drew together slightly.
Angie, seated across from me, couldn't resist asking, "MysticHealer, is she still alive?"
"Yes." The brightness in my eyes faded a touch. "Though her situation isn't great."
"Just being alive is what matters," Angie said.
"Storage room in your school's Third Teaching Building, southeast corner." I gestured toward the divination book. "Two hours remaining. Better bring backup and document everything, or your friend's in serious trouble."
I kept my words cryptic, but Angie caught on fast. "Got it, heading there now." She looked rattled and asked hesitantly, "MysticHealer, I'm kind of freaked out. Should I stay connected?"
"Absolutely." A trace of a smile finally touched my eyes and expression, my tone unwavering. "The stream viewers probably want to witness this too."
