I tell her. Knowing Lana will not serve me in my room like a factotum is expected, I take her to the dining hall. I glance around warily as anyone who passes by watches Lana annihilate the buffet table. She shows the food no mercy. I press my lips together to stifle a giggle when I see her eyes light up when she takes a bite of a sweet cake.“Emma, you’re kidding right? I’m not leaving this place until the food is gone,” she says. She has not noticed that food is mystically replaced as she soon as takes it. She has been unaffected by most of the magical qualities of the enchanted palace. She thinks the holograms are ‘trippy’ and is more amazed than scared by the flowing streams of magic that course though the hallways and corridors. When multiple dark witches gather to watch her like she is the entertainment, I jerk her from her seat and lead her to my room.“Do not give these witches any reason not to trust you,” I say as we walk. Lana gets distracted by the large, ornate dresses worn by all.
