I returned to Avalon City.
Two nights at the Creighton estate had felt like a full-blown saga. The same could be said for my time at the Mount Hua sect.
Rachel and Seraphina had made their feelings painfully clear.
Which meant that now, only Cecilia and Rose remained.
And, conveniently enough, I was about to meet both of them at the Tower of Magic.
Cecilia's presence there made perfect sense—she was Charlotte Alaric's disciple. The Tower wasn't directly under the control of the Slatemark family, which naturally made the Emperor nervous. He wanted influence over it, and what better way than through his daughter? Of course, Cecilia wasn't just a political pawn—she had thrived under Charlotte's tutelage, growing into a spellcaster on par with Rachel.
Rose, on the other hand?
I had no idea why she was there.
