The world around me blurred for a split second before my feet hit solid ground again, and I found myself standing next to two tall, modern buildings that looked suspiciously expensive.
I squinted up at them, trying to figure out which one was Maeve's. They were practically identical—sleek glass windows, fancy balconies, and an overall I'm-too-rich-for-my-own-good vibe. Of course, Maeve would live somewhere like this. I should've known.
With a sigh, I looked down at the package in my hands.
What the hell was in this thing, anyway?
Zephara had been way too smug about this whole delivery mission. Was this even a normal package? It wasn't particularly heavy, but it wasn't exactly light either.
I shook it gently, listening for any suspicious sounds. No ticking, no sloshing, no eerie whispering from within—so, probably not a bomb, poison, or a cursed object. That was a good sign, right?
But still. Zephara was involved. There was no way this was something normal.
