Brittany's POV

The witch's cottage sits at the edge of the woods, wrapped in vines that seem to breathe with the wind.

I stare at the weathered door, my hand gripping Avery's a little too tight.

Something's been different. I've known it for days now---a strange heaviness in my breasts, a exhaustion that sleep doesn't fix, the way certain smells make my stomach turn. I've been trying to ignore it, telling myself it's just stress.

But then Cora said those words. 'You ...