*Canaan*

“It’s fine. You can send it.” I slide Bexley’s letter back into the envelope and hand it to Justin. “How is she doing?”

“She’s fine, I think.” He changes his position in the chair across from my desk, and I can tell he has more to say. “The girls have slipped up a few times, talking about mates and the like, but Bexley seems to think that’s just how we talk here.”

“That is how we talk here,” I say with a shrug. “As long as no one has mentioned the curse or what she needs to do to break it, I think we’re fine.”

“I’m certain no one...