Misty POV
It felt slightly awkward being in Wyatt's house alone. The silence hung heavy in the air, amplifying my solitude. The unfamiliarity of the situation made it feel different, almost as if I longed for his presence, even though he had only been gone for a short while. Throughout my life, I had grown accustomed to being spoken to solely when someone needed something from me. But now, having someone talk to me and spend time with me just for the sake of my company, it felt refreshing. It was a new experience, one that would take time to adjust to.
Standing in the room designated for potion-making, I scanned the multitude of orders that Wyatt had received. Concern still gnawed at me regarding his involvement in the black market. However, these particular orders seemed to be different
