The Past 8:
Throughout the evening, a frosty silence reigned between Amelie and Anaya. Amelie's thoughts were consumed by Gabriel's earlier caution and the startling malice in Anaya's eyes. She wondered if keeping Ophelia and her dangerous daughter under the same roof could be considered safe any longer.
As she finished brushing her long hair and prepared to settle into bed, a gentle, almost hesitant knock sounded on the door. Amelie slowly lowered the brush and moved to open it.
Standing in the hallway was Ophelia, holding a small tray upon which rested a steaming glass.
"I brought saffron milk for you, dear," Ophelia replied, offering a small smile.
"I appreciate the thought, Aunt, but I don't wish to drink anything right now. I've already brushed my teeth," Amelie refused politely but firmly. For some reason, the earlier bond of trust she held for the witches had snapped. After Anaya's unsettling confession, Amelie felt a powerful instinct to remain cautious.
