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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.