THE SUMMONING

CHAPTER 1

The storm outside was putting on a show. Rain rattled the windows, thunder rolled low enough to vibrate the floorboards, and lightning painted the attic in quick, sharp flashes of white.

Perfect.

I stood barefoot in the center of the chalk circle I’d drawn hours ago, breathing in the cloying mix of candle wax and iron. My hair stuck to my cheeks from the heat of the flames, the air thick with smoke from the incense I’d stolen from Madame Lovain’s locked ...