BOOK THREE: ARCANE SECRETS

A tug on the magical binding between Megan and I jerked me out of my reverie. What the hell was Megan doing? When nothing else ripped through our bonding, I relaxed. This soul-tie was a dull throbbing pain in my gut and a constant pain. One I needed to remedy as soon as possible.

I brushed my dark hair out of my eyes and blinked down at the test on Magical History. My bright purple nail polish was chipped, and I needed a manicure. Damn, ...