Debora seemed to have not seen the look she was recieving from Aetius, she smiled like it was the last day of her life and she would never get the privilege to move her lips again.
Cornelia couldn't help but smile as well, the witch had that effect on her. She remembered her from the time when she helped her and Felix. Debora was a mess of complexities and a beautiful weapon.
Cornelia knew her powers were more than she let on, it even made her nervous but not for herself but for Debora. She was young just like Cornelia and naive. Or maybe she knew exactly how things were but pretended not to care. Her sanctuary was a safe heaven.
Debora's blue eyes shone with recognition when they landed on Cornelia, she brushed past Aetius' huge figure and set her old mud colour bag on the floor nex
