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Chapter 358 Tethers and Threads

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-27 10:17:25

Scarlett

I don’t dream. I wake.

Gasping, tangled in the sheets, heart pounding like I’ve just escaped from something dark and evil watching me. But there’s no sweat. No scream lodged in my throat. Just this aching certainty that something was there, right behind my eyes, and it vanished the moment I opened them.

I sit up and rub my palms over my face. My magic hums under my skin, unsettled and too awake for this early in the morning. I should tell someone. Aunt Cerelia, maybe. Or Erik. But I already know what they’ll say.

You’re dreaming. It’s stress. It’s the prophecy clawing through the corners of your mind. But I don’t think it is. It feels like someone else is starting to pull the strings.

By the time I make it to Häxa, Erik is already at the counter, restocking the labeled jars of dried heather and shadowroot with his usual focus.

He looks up when I walk in, and his face softens immediately. That’s the thing with Erik, his eyes always betray him. Even when he tries to play it coo
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