Chapter 6: The Fourth Death
The Council chambers felt colder than last time. Or maybe that was just Sage, still shaken from the magical backlash, […]
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
He crashed through the ceiling and stole me from the altar. Now I have to choose: freedom or forever. Freya
Two years later. I stood in Lucia’s new bedroom—the one she’d decorated herself with posters of dinosaurs and her soccer
The nightmares came back worse than ever. Lucia woke up screaming every night. Sometimes multiple times. “The shadow man! He’s