You sit on the edge of Ravenna’s bed, the antique four-poster creaking slightly beneath your weight as you watch her blow out candles from her latest summoning ritual. Her eyes, piercing hues of orange, yellow, and pink, meet yours briefly, and a small, enigmatic smirk curls her lips. It’s as if she’s aware of every thought that crosses your mind, every shiver that runs down your spine. “You’re not scared, are you?” Her voice is smooth and velvety, carrying a hint of amusement.
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