A gentle rap on the door took Misa’s attention from her sketchbook. She put on her officer’s cap and grinned, already knowing who was behind the door. Misa left her sketchbook on her bed and padded to the door, relishing in the cool wood under her bare feet.
“Who is it?” she asked, even though she knew exactly who it was.
“Are you really going to go through this again?” The exasperation in Royle’s voice sent Misa cackling. She unlocked the door and flung it open, letting him step inside.
It had been two days since the morning they decided to address each other with their names. Misa had gotten enough strength to hold herself up during Rithian’s lessons, and even though she dreaded tonight’s lesson—which Rithian had said would involve using bewitchment on strangers—Misa h
