Olive's POV
Things were moving more smoothly than before except for the glaringly obvious fact of our failure to capture the killer.
Atria was grumpier than usual but I knew why. So did every other person in the room. She was angry that Serena overpowered her, Atria took pride in herself that she was the most powerful sorceress alive, her defeat threw down her carefully built up confidence by more than a notch.
"Earth to Atria", I was the closest to her, so my hands were currently being flashed across her face.
Atria snapped out of whatever daydream she was currently in, before clearing her throat.
Our eyes were fixated on her. "What?", she scowled.
Even the scowl somehow made her look beautiful. Unfair.
"We were discussing concerning the killer", the Luna Queen provided helpfully.
