Celeste's POV
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Beach House dining room, 9: 00 PM
"But mom…?" I stopped my mother at a point in our conversation, brows furrowed.
She sat beside me, arms on the table and head angled to face me. Her eyes arched with curiosity when I suddenly called her attention. "Yes, sweetheart? Do you have questions?"
Was that even necessary to ask?
We've been talking for minutes yet I still feel like I'm walking in circles mentally. So many things still confuse me. For example—
"Yes. About the Vein." I adjusted my sitting posture. "A well of chaotic magic just sitting here. In this continent of all places," my pause made her blink. "How did it show up to begin with? Has it always been there?"
