I'm Here

Liberty isn't a "witch"-she's the heir to a dynasty built on power, shadow, and old magic that predates the town and its churches. Her bloodline doesn't practice the craft; they enforce it. And she's the jewel of that legacy: young, brilliant, frightening when necessary, and deeply in love with Terrell.

But Danielle... Danielle is the danger that doesn't look like danger at first. There's something uniquely terrifying about a non-magical person who believes she is entitled to someone else's life. Someone who crawls out of a rigid upbringing and steps-barefoot and hungry-into a world she shouldn't be able to touch. She thinks obsession is devotion. She thinks imitation is identity. She thinks wanting Terrell gives her permission to become Liberty.

That's the horror:
Magic meets a person who refuses to accept the limits of reality.

And the darkest part? Liberty's magic reacts to Danielle because obsession has its own supernatural pull. The wards twitch. The shadows breathe. The house watches.

Danielle isn't just copying Liberty. She's moving into the outline of her life.