Hecate POVI watched through the thick, hazy steam of my cauldron as the girl scrambled through the brush toward my hut, and I had to smile because her movements were so jerky and desperate that it was clear the blood-bond had finally started to eat away at her certainty. She burst through the hanging vines that served as my door, and she was panting like a hunted animal while her bone mask sat crooked on her face, but I didn't move from my stool because I wanted her to feel the weight of the silence in the room first. The candles flickered as she stomped toward me, and I noticed the violet stains on her collar where she had fed on that boy Theron, so I knew the magic was already weaving its way back into her heart whether she wanted it to or not."You look like you've seen a ghost, Keira, or maybe you've just realized that your own mind has been lying to you for half a decade," I said, while I picked up a small wooden spoon and started to stir the thick, bubbling liquid in front of
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