Everlina
The night had been beautiful—wild, consuming, unforgettable. Aaron had taken me in every corner of that small room, not caring whether the others heard us or not. We were lost in each other, body and soul.
Morning light poured softly through the window. My skin still glowed from our union, marked with the love bites that told our story without words. We completed each other in every way that mattered.
“I love you,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine.
He didn’t even have to say it—I could feel his love through the bond between us. “I love you too,” I whispered back.
He kissed my forehead and stood, stretching. “Let’s shower.”
I blushed, knowing exactly what kind of shower it would be, and followed him with a smile.
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By the time we joined everyone for breakfast, I couldn’t stop smiling. The warmth of the morning filled the house, the smell of fresh bread and herbs in the air. Annabelle set dishes on the table while Clara washed up. Lyra shot me a knowing smile, and my cheeks burned—I already knew we hadn’t exactly been quiet last night.
Agatha and Sia exchanged sharp looks across the table, and tension sparked briefly before fading beneath the hum of morning chatter. For a fleeting moment, peace seemed possible.
“I hope everyone is ready,” Gabriel said, his voice steady. “Do we have all the items for the summoning spell?”
“Yes,” Agatha replied, her gaze shifting from Lyra and Daniel to me. Her stare lingered too long—curious, calculating. It always did.
“Good,” Gabriel continued. “But what happens if this doesn’t work? If the book’s been moved, what’s our Plan B?”
Aaron nodded in agreement. “We should have another option.”
Agatha sighed. “We’ll use Kalidah’s bones to track it. But that will take days—and if Rodger reaches the book first, he could destroy everything.”
Aaron squeezed my hand. “Then let’s not waste time. We get that book before nightfall.”
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We left for the forest soon after, far from the safety of walls and witnesses. The trees whispered as the wind carried the scent of moss and earth.
Lyra walked beside me, her tone quiet. “Do you trust her?” She nodded toward Agatha.
“Not even a little,” I answered.
She hesitated. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Not here,” she whispered, glancing at Daniel—his wolf hearing sharp and suspicious.
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We reached a clearing where the energy felt pure, almost ancient. Annabelle knelt and began laying out the items—candles, herbs, a silver bowl, and a small bird for offering.
She whispered a prayer and, with steady hands, drew the blade across the bird’s throat. Blood spilled into the bowl as she traced a circle with it upon the ground. Her voice rose in an ancient tongue, summoning the power of Kalidah to reveal the lost Book of Magic.
Aaron shifted uneasily beside me. I reached for his hand to calm him.
Agatha joined Annabelle, their voices merging into one. The circle ignited—flames spiraling upward in gold and crimson. I felt my magic stir, drawn to the call of the spell. My body moved on its own, spinning, chanting words that came from deep within me, words I had never learned yet somehow knew.
“What’s happening?” Aaron shouted.
“Don’t touch her!” Clara warned. “She’s the chosen one!”
“Chosen for what?” Eric demanded.
No one answered.
Aaron’s voice broke, angry and afraid. “Stop this now!”
“If you touch her,” Clara warned, “you’ll break the barrier between the dead and the living. And we’ll lose the book forever.”
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The flames surged higher—and suddenly, I wasn’t in the clearing anymore.
I stood in a field of light. A figure appeared before me—soft eyes, a gentle smile. My grandmother.
“My sweet Everlina,” she whispered, pulling me into her arms. “You are becoming what you were born to be.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
She smiled faintly, looking toward the horizon. “You’ll understand when the time comes. But remember—your power was never a curse. It was a promise.”
“Wait—where is the Book of Magic?” I pleaded.
She touched my cheek. “If you cross a fire with a witch, what do you get?”
“A riddle?” I whispered—but she was already fading.
The world snapped back into focus, and Agatha stood before me. “It’s a riddle,” she said softly.
Everyone stared. And then—suddenly—the air shimmered. In my hands appeared a book bound in black and gold. Power rippled through me, ancient and alive.
Kalidah’s Book of Magic had chosen me.
And in that moment, the bond that tied me to Rodger shattered like glass. I was free.
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