LOGINI slipped inside as quietly as possible, staying hidden behind a shelf near the entrance. Margaret was saying something to the librarian, who was frowning at her over her glasses. Curious, I crept closer, making sure to stay out of sight. “You want access to the restricted section?” the library
Ella’s POV I took a step back instinctively, a fear colder than the rain rushing through me. Margaret couldn’t know who I was. She couldn’t recognize me. I was supposed to be dead and buried. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” I said, forcing a smile. Margaret’s sharp eyes studied my face f
“Have you ever heard any stories about our ancestors? Particularly anything involving…” I hesitated, then forced myself to continue, “black magic. Necromancy.” The color drained from my mother’s face. “What brought this on?” I told her about my visit with Liam and the witch. When I was finished,
Ella’s POV A few days later, just three days before the full moon, I found myself standing in the estate’s sunroom with Anya, surrounded by wedding magazines, fabric samples, and an array of flowers. She was planning for her wedding to Alexander, and although I wanted to be anywhere but here wha
“Is there a way to break it?” I blurted out. She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “There might be. But it would be nearly impossible.” My heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” “These kinds of curses can only be broken by destroying the original sources of power. When your ancestor pe
Ella’s POV The bottle nearly slipped from my fingers. Anya wanted me to be her maid of honor at the wedding to the man I loved. “Are you sure you want me? After everything that happened last night, it might just cause more drama for you.” Anya grinned. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. I want







