Many whispered that Lenora Hawthorne was nothing more than an unassuming girl-a shadow among the ambitious and cunning. But those who truly knew her understood the truth: Lenora was no innocent. She had forged her path in darkness, her allegiance bo...
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WHAT ANGERED ME MOST WAS THAT RIDDLE DIDNT even tell me what he smelt, but he forced it out of me.
And i didn't even know if what i confessed would stay between us, or if he'd use it against me later. The way he looked at me after i spoke—his expression sharp, calculating—it made me feel exposed, like i'd given too much power. And yet, part of me was so desperate to know what he had smelled. What memory, what desire, had surfaced for him?
I hated him in that moment, because he could twist and untwist me so easily at his will, and it was infuriating.
The soft tingling on my arm pulled me away from those thoughts of him. It didn't hurt—At least not for me. The connection never came with the searing pain the others spoke of, just a persistent, nagging, sensation, like a reminder that it was there, that they were there.
I exhaled sharply, why now? The last thing i needed was Mattheo worming his way into my thoughts. But he always did, Somehow.
The mark pulsed, small heat curling underneath it. He was close, and he wanted me to know, intentional or not.
But as much as it pained me to ignore, i did anyway.
I could not care less, Honestly.
I pulled out the heavy books in my bag, using my spare time to find out that cure for Lance. That same thought racked the inside of my brain—what if i never find it?—But i chose to ignore that thought.
Surely, it wasn't true.
Giving up wasn't an option.
My eyes scanned endless pages for anything close to a cure. After a while, i wanted to put the books away and do this another time, but it wasn't going to happen.
My mind swirled with the fear that maybe i'd never get to cure Lance. And the weight of these books bearing down into me.
But then, just as i was beginning to lose hope it in all, i came across a section titled The Moonlit Restoration.
I froze, rereading the words to make sure i hadn't misunderstood. I found the answer to this all. The text spoke of a ritual, preformed on the cursed individual under a full moon, and everything i needed to preform it, calling for: Lunar wolfsbane, taken under the full moon, Phoenix ash, Blood from one preforming ritual, Mirrored moonlight.
