SPECIAL CHAPTER FIVE: OPHELIA COTTONWOOD

I had heard a car pull up to the front of my house. The familiar weak mana signature was no longer an ember. It was now a flickering fire. Whatever Abigail was intent on doing with Camille, it was working.

I stared at my phone. So many missed calls: a voicemail and a text message.

It was cruel what I was doing. But did I have a choice? Following some righteous compass was going to cost me something great. I loved Camille. But did I love her that much? ...