Nora's POV
"That's absolutely absurd," Charlette declares, her laughter sharp and dismissive. "Obviously Nora possesses magical abilities. She's already inscribed her name in the registry before."
"I did," I blurt out desperately. "It was years ago, and everything went smoothly back then."
Callum's weathered hands trace the ancient pages as his brow furrows deeper. "Then something must be interfering with the enchantments," he mutters, his voice growing more uncertain with each word. "Perhaps the tome itself refuses to release you." His piercing gaze locks onto mine. "You're destined to stay within our circle."
"But she's the one demanding to leave." Katherine storms across the room and seizes my wrist with surprising force. "She's done something terrible, I'm certain of it. Maybe she had someone without magical blood sign for her, or..." She lifts my finger, examining the tiny puncture wound with suspicious eyes.
