"Carlos said that!?" Amelie asked, her eyes widening as Gabriel recounted the conversation.
"Hmm. He'll lead the witches and sorcerers," Gabriel confirmed. "It's good that he is finally hearing his heart's calling. Sometimes it's important to embrace the fear that scares us the most. Because that fear eventually becomes our strength."
He reached out, his large hand incredibly gentle as he brushed a thumb over Noah's soft cheek. The boy was fast asleep in the middle of the vast mattress, his small arms thrown up over his head in total, trusting surrender.
"If Carlos has truly made up his mind, I'll only support him," Amelie replied, her expression softening. She lowered her hairbrush onto the vanity.
Rising from the chair, she turned and switched off the main lights, leaving only the amber glow of a single lamp in the room.
