CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

JASMINE'S POV

The last stroke through my hair with a brush makes it look wavy and smooth, giving me the perfect look I've been searching for, for the past thirty minutes.

As usual, I feel the bubbling sensation of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the thought of seeing Noah and basking in the look of pride on his features when I cast a perfect spell.

I miss him dearly with each second that passes.

It’s been fifteen hours and twenty-six minutes since I last saw him, but who’s counting?

Standing up from the vanity chair I make my way out of the room and into the corridor leading to the training room.

Since my furtive attempt to run, due to constant and relentless training from Noah each day, I have become really good at practicing my witch powers which has in a sense made living in the mansion easier.

Even with the warm and receptive welcome of everyone here, there's no denying that since I got tremendously better at witching and participated in several compound activities us