Silvermist marched forward with single-minded determination, her eyes locked straight ahead, her fists clenched, and her patience dangling by a single, frayed thread.
She was here for one reason and one reason only—to retrieve West and Sebastian from whatever seductive, magic-induced nonsense they had gotten themselves into.
The Nymph Forest was not at all what she expected.
Instead of eerie fog or an ominous, mystical ambiance, the entire place was dazzlingly vibrant, almost obnoxiously so. The trees were impossibly tall, their trunks a deep, iridescent gold that shimmered as though bathed in eternal sunlight. The leaves overhead rippled through an unnatural spectrum of colors—soft pinks, blues, greens, and purples, shifting and swirling as if they had a mind of their own.
