Following his gaze, I spotted a young woman sitting on the edge of the fountain. She had the palest skin I’d ever seen, almost translucent, with platinum blonde hair that fell in soft waves down her back. When she turned toward us, I was struck by her ice-blue eyes—unnaturally bright against her pale features.
Something about her made me uneasy, though I couldn’t explain why.
Cassandra’s face lit up when she saw Callum. She stood gracefully, smoothing down her light blue sundress before hurrying over to us. The way she moved was almost ethereal, like she was floating rather than walking.
“Callum!” Her voice was soft and melodic as she threw her arms around his neck. He caught her with ease, spinning her around once before setting her back down.
“I missed you,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Cassandra blushed, ducking her head shyly before turning her attention to Sophia and me. “You must be Hazel and Sophia. Callum has told me so much about you both.”
