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Lavinia sensed something was going on but gave her sister space.

After all, Amara was already twenty years old—a grown woman, even if their father still called her "pup."

"I… actually need to ask you for another favor. A spell. I didn’t dare ask Lavi because she’d give me a lecture," Amara admitted in a hushed voice, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

"Hmm, and what exactly would that be?" Nyx raised an eyebrow. If Lavinia would scold her for it, it had to be something questionable.

As she listened to yet another one of Amara’s wild ideas, she understood the concern.

"Mara, this is a bit… selfish. You shouldn’t play around with Beof like that. He’s a good man, and he’s waited for you for so long. If he had known for sure that you were his mate, he would have asked for your hand the moment you came of age."

"Do you really think so, Nyx? Because I’ve heard quite the opposite—that Beof has no interest in meeting his mate. Maybe he’ll reject me outright," Amara confessed, her c