Aria’s POV
"You’re WHAT?"
Sophie’s shriek was so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Again.
"I said you can come visit." I couldn’t help but smile. "If you still want to."
"IF I STILL WANT TO?!" Her voice hit a pitch that probably shattered glass somewhere. "ARIA MOON, ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS?"
"I’m serious."
"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!"
I waited. Let her scream. Let her process.
This was Sophie. This was how she handled good news.
"When?" She was breathing hard now. Like she’d just run a marathon. "When can I come? Tomorrow? Tonight? Can I leave RIGHT NOW?"
I laughed. Actually laughed. A real, genuine laugh that came from somewhere deep in my chest.
"How about this weekend? That gives you time to pack. And me time to find us a place to stay."
"A place to—wait." Her voice shifted. Suspicious. "What do you mean find a place? Aren’t you staying with that healer guy? Cassius?"
"I am. But I can’t keep imposing on him forever."
"Imposing?" Sophie snorted. "From what you’ve told me, the man would let you live in his house until the end of time. He’s obviously head over heels for you."
"Sophie—"
"Don’t ’Sophie’ me! I have eyes! Well, ears. But you know what I mean!" She took a breath. "Are you sure you want to move out? He sounds nice. Stable. Safe."
"He is all of those things." I looked around the cottage. At the warm fireplace. The comfortable furniture. The plants on every windowsill. "That’s exactly why I need to leave."
"That makes zero sense."
"It makes perfect sense." I sighed. "I can’t keep relying on him. I have a job now. I need to stand on my own feet. Build something that’s actually mine."
Silence on the other end.
"You’re annoyingly independent, you know that?"
"I learned from the best."
"Damn right you did." I could hear her smile through the phone. "Okay. Fine. This weekend. I’ll book a flight. Or... do wolves have flights? How does transportation work there?"
"There’s a train station at the border. I’ll send you the details."
"Perfect. PERFECT!" Her voice rose again. Giddy. Excited. "I’m going to see you. I’m actually going to SEE you. In PERSON. After MONTHS!"
"I know."
"I’m going to hug you so hard your ribs crack."
"Please don’t. I need my ribs."
"Too late! Rib-cracking hug is already scheduled! It’s happening!"
I shook my head. Still smiling. This woman was absolutely insane.
And I loved her for it.
"Sophie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." My voice came out softer than I intended. "For everything. For being there. For caring. For wanting to come all this way just to see me."
"Stop." Her voice wobbled. "You’re going to make me cry. And I have mascara on. Expensive mascara. Don’t you dare ruin it."
"Sorry."
"You’re not sorry at all."
"You’re right. I’m not."
We both laughed. That easy, comfortable laughter that only came with true friendship.
"I’ll see you this weekend," Sophie said. "And Aria?"
"Yeah?"
"Get ready. Because I’m going to make this the best trip of my entire life. And by extension, yours too."
"I don’t doubt it."
"Good. You shouldn’t." A pause. "Love you, dummy."
"Love you too."
The line went dead.
I sat there for a moment. Just holding the phone. Letting the warmth of the conversation settle into my bones.
Sophie was coming.
My best friend. My rock. My reminder that not everyone in this world was cruel.
She was actually coming.
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I found Cassius in the kitchen.
He was making dinner. Something with vegetables and herbs. The smell was incredible. Warm and homey and everything I’d come to associate with this place.
With him.
"Hey." I leaned against the doorframe. "Can I talk to you about something?"
He looked up. Those calm gray eyes found mine.
"Of course." He set down the wooden spoon. Gave me his full attention. "What’s wrong?"


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