Chapter 8: Blood Bond Discovery
Three days later, Sage found it. She almost missed it—a single line in a text so old the pages crumbled […]
Three days later, Sage found it. She almost missed it—a single line in a text so old the pages crumbled […]
Sage couldn’t sleep. She’d tried. Spent two hours lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cabin settle
The Council chambers felt colder than last time. Or maybe that was just Sage, still shaken from the magical backlash,
Sage had been awake for three hours and hadn’t left her bedroom. Not because she was hiding. She wasn’t hiding.
The safe house was a cabin. Of course it was a cabin. Sage stood in the gravel driveway, staring at
The neutral ground turned out to be a coffee shop. Sage stood across the street, staring at the cheerful blue
The Witch Council didn’t call emergency sessions lightly. In the hundred and fifty years since its founding, there had been
The lavender wouldn’t stop screaming. Sage Mitchell pressed her palms against the greenhouse table, trying to steady herself as the
He was raised to hate her. She was taught to fear him. Now a sentient curse is killing them both—and
Let’s talk about our collective obsession with men who would be red flags in real life but are somehow catnip