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Micca leaned over and sniffed the bundle I placed in front of her. I picked up everyone one by one. “Yarrow, mugwort, rose, rosemary, and ginkgo. Alone and they aren’t much but together, with a little sacrifice and the right words, and we have a spell.” I handed the last bundle to Wendy. “I’ll go first.” I placed the candle in the center of the bowl and lit it. “Fuck.” I got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and came back. “A knife?” Hanna paled, but I just chuckled.

She was laughing, twirling a glass of wine in her hand as she lounged on a balcony, bathed in the warm glow of city lights. Carefree. Unafraid. It made my teeth clench. She thought she was safe in Colorado? That she could simply run away and escape me? Pathetic. I pressed my palm into the earth, pouring my will into the spell. “You will learn, little girl,” I whispered. “You will know what it means to cross me.” The fire turned black. The wind stilled. I closed my eyes, speaking the incantation, my voice like silk over steel. “By shadow and bone, by the binding stone,

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

The grounds were quiet below us, dew still on the grass, the boundary trees standing dark at the edge of the property. "I know that I performed the rite last night. I know what the flame showed me. I know that what I felt in that room was not manufactured, regardless of what I told myself on the drive home." "Feelings are not facts." "No. But a silver flame in a Revelation Rite is." She did not answer that. She looked out at the grounds instead, and I watched her profile, the set of her jaw, the tension she carried in her shoulders that she believed nobody noticed and understood that she had no counter for the spell because there was none.

Godfrey asked, although we all knew it really wasn’t a question. Godfrey sat down at his desk, looking like he was beyond annoyed and should be sunning on a yacht somewhere. Angel appeared in the doorway. “I have to block your scent if you want to see her, she mumbled something about a maple scent on Hunter and we don’t want her being confused if she thinks all three of you smell like hot stuff. This spell will dissolve when her wolf comes forward. Anything you touch or have touched that carries your essence will be hidden from her,” Angel said.

With these words, she disappeared again. The breath that I was holding left my lips as a gust of relief. It was better to get the book I needed as soon as possible and leave. If Valence found me doing something unexpected again, it wouldn’t bode well for me. I raised my right hand; palm open and chanted the spell to find ‘The Grimoire of tricks and lies.’ The moment I finished the spell and leather bound book zapped from the top shelf and landed straight on my palm.

Before I can ask if it worked, Blair approaches me and cups my face. "My dear, your mark is gone, but the dark magic is still cast on you," she says with a heavy sigh. "You have a binding spell on you. I can try to remove it from you, but it is a very strong seal. I will need at least a week to gather my supplies and find the correct spell to use," she says, a little breathless, still I only stare at her, utterly at a loss for words. Why the hell would I have a binding spell on me if the black magic was the magic Felix or whoever used to manipulate a bond?

Sophie said, furrowing her brows together. “I know of a spell that can help. It’s a mind-bound spell,” Eloise explained. “A mind-bound spell will lock away a person’s mind so it can’t easily be read. If darkness truly tried, it could certainly get into their mind. It’s a powerful force and even my magic isn’t strong enough to hold it back. But the spell will at least make it so it would have no reason to dig any deeper than the surface. With the mind-bound spell, it won’t pick up on anything sketchy, so we’d be able to train her without it being suspicious.” “That’s perfect,” Drake said, stepping closer like he was about to volunteer his services.

Jefferson instead ordered his council to retrieve the seer's book spell about removing the seer's power. Alpha Jefferson reentered the room with a bowl of a concoction that made Sophie wince and wrinkle her nose. The combination of demon plants filled the room with a bitter yet Sickeningly sweet scent. Sage approached with interest. "What is that?" Henry took the bowl from Jefferson, who left the room again. "It’s a paste made of herbs only found in the devil's forest. The scent of them will aid Sophie in releasing her hold on the seer's vision."

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No