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Ethan’s POV

I remained calm after seeing the sign Lena gave me. This witch keeps calling me "expressionless," probably because, during our first meeting, I refused to show any reaction on my face.

“Do you both need seats too?” she asked, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Before we could even open our mouths to respond, seats appeared the same way they had before—hitting Lena’s leg. This time, they struck us with just as much force, shoving us into them.

“Don’t worry, dears, you’ll need the seats. This will take a while.” She paused, scanning our faces, her gaze lingering on mine.

“Mr. Expressionless still living up to...