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Finding the amulet for him equals my death.
Not finding the amulet for him equals my death.
That doesn’t leave me much wiggle room.
I need to slip away unnoticed. How? My brain is sputtering, barely functioning on no sleep and no food. For now, I’ll continue searching and hope an opportunity presents itself.
“You’re running out of rooms, witch,” Danica taunts as I come out of the master bedroom empty handed. “You had better hope you’re leaving the best for last.”
I bite my tongue as I’m shoved into the next room—my childhood bedroom.
It’s exactly as I remember it, untouched since I left. The pale pink walls, the mural of a castle behind the child-sized princess bed, complete with a sheer canopy. All of it ignites flashes of memories in my mind like a time capsule opening.
It’s too much.
Callius may have solved my witchy malfunctioning, but I know this feeling. Being back here has been overwhelming from the start, and I’m going to implode any second.
“One. Two…” I count slowly between breaths.
“What are you muttering about, bitch?”
Stupid werewolves and their stupid superhuman hearing.
“We didn’t come here, so you could reminisce in your childhood bedroom.” Danica leans into my field of vision with an infuriating glare that I wish I could zap off with a jolt of magic and fry her pretty blonde hair.
I focus on my anger instead of bitchy werewolves and get back to the task at hand.
The dresser is white with pretty pink wildflowers painted over the top. I slide open the drawers and begin sifting through the contents. Maybe I can shake loose the whereabouts of the hidden moonstone amulet.
No such luck.
I pull out a pair of miniature overalls embroidered with flowers, and a stack of tiny t-shirts that look like they could be for a teddy bear.
I unfold one with glittery writing on it that reads Daddy’s Lil Princess and that overwhelming feeling of a rushing whirlpool opening in the pit of my stomach returns.
I can’t spend another second in this room.
Dropping the fabric, I turn and collide with Danica. She’s much sturdier than her frame suggests, and doesn’t budge.
“Where do you think you’re going, Dumont?” She sneers.
I don’t think. My fury and hatred finally win out over my better judgment. To hell with the werewolves. To hell with the vampires. To hell with everything and everyone who stole my life from me—
My family. My magic.
I’ve lost too much to these monsters.
My fist swings at Danica’s face, shocking both of us. I’m not fast enough. She catches my punch and wrenches my arm behind my back. The movement jabs her foot into the back of my knee and sends me to the ground hard.
I roll with it, out of her grasp, and stumble clumsily to my feet again. Danica catches me before I make it to the door, shoving me into the hall so hard I collide with the banister.
For a second, I think the resulting crack is my bones, but then I feel the splintered wood.
“Have you considered anger management classes? I think you would really benefit from a session or twenty.”
My magic flares against its restraints and sends a wave of dizzying nausea to roll through me as I lock eyes with Danica. Hers have turned the bright red of her wolf and match the fury I assume she finds in mine.
With nowhere to direct my ire, I focus on something else—the next room.
