Theo

The weekend had been nothing like what we had looked forward to. It stretched longer than it should have, weighed down by uncomfortable situations.

Naeva’s reaction to everything—the confusion, her kidnapping. Everything kept playing in my mind, twisting me up. I had almost started questioning the prophecy.

I sat staring at my palms, empty now. The latest traces of light from the spell were gone, faded.

Each of us had two. That was all. I had used my first on Camden, when we almost ...