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“That’s the last apology you get, Moonstone. Put some fire back into those veins. Ignite the world if you must, but stop cowering. You are not weak. You are not broken. You are not a victim. You’re the most powerful witch of our generation, and it’s time to start acting like it.”
“I never thought I’d be good at it, you know? Working in the castle. But it was in my blood, and my father never once doubted me.”
“There’s no magic here. The panic attacks, the headache earlier, the bloody nose now… I don’t think you’re supposed to be in the human lands, Raven.”
he carried himself as if he’d been giving commands for years.
“Wait. Are you telling us the Harrowing targets specific witches? It’s not a random act?”
He was Grey. I’d known he was half shifter, half witch.
“Raven,” he yelled from behind me. “There’s nowhere you can run that I will not find you. I will chase you all over this world if I have to.”
“I'm not sure of anything.” His jaw clenched. “I don't know the exact words of the command Nikos gave her. It's possible the second we cross the barrier she'll be forced back under his command and recast the spell.”
“Don't you fucking let go of me, no matter what happens. Promise me.”
This blessing was not for Bastian, the Dark King. I dropped his fingers, understanding. He could not protect me from her. Because this blessing was for me.
“I am many things, but weak is not one of them.”
“I've never known you to do anything lightly. You wreck worlds with mere thoughts and call down goddesses with sheer intention. You're unlike anything this world has ever known.”
“Because she would burn the world down for you. If she could hear you, she would shift the salt circle and break the barrier.”
He cut a glance to the castle over my shoulder and back to me. “The only home I need is you.”
“Don’t mistake my silence for sadness, Little Witch. It’s simply the foundation of my revenge.”
“Someone pulls a weapon on you, you don’t stop to ask questions. You fucking defend yourself. And you never, ever apologize for being the most powerful witch around.”
A long, long time ago, hundreds of years, the Grimoires were not individual books, and there were not seven covens. Only one. It was used to keep record of every spell and every curse, every conjuring and every marking. The original Grimoire, then known as the Book of Omnia, was used to guide the witches. It's said, all those years ago, the book itself spoke to our ancestors as a sentient being. But as the witches became eager for more power, it seemed to elude them. More and more of us were born, and the power of the witches diluted. As if we all shared a single well, and the well was running
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Blessed by the goddess and cursed by Death. Unmarked and very powerful,
Do you hear that, Kirsi Moondance? You may have died, but you're killing me.”
as my sister in all ways that mattered, I knew she only wished for my happiness. If only she knew this was my purgatory.
She set her jaw, staring at me. “Your heart may not beat, Kirsi, but your soul is the same.”
“You always jump for me, Kir. Every single time. You have the patience of a saint to give me all the time and space I needed to really see you. To recognize that my heart has and always will need you. And if you think for one second your death took any of that away from us, you’re sadly mistaken. If anything, it deepened every single thing that was ever between us. These memories have haunted me, lifted me, and crushed me over and over. I love you. I’ve loved you since I was a child. It was never nothing. You are everything.”
You are Kirsi Moondance. You were a powerful witch, spirit blessed long before your death.
“Look at me,” she whispered. I lifted my gaze to meet her sharp, green eyes. “You are not alone.”
“You don't even have to ask, Kir. I will do this for you. If it brings you an ounce of happiness or relief, I will do it.”
We will do everything we can to save Nym because it is the right thing to do, but also because you are worthy. And I see you. Your misery is not hidden from me, Kirsi Moondance.”
“I'll be the asshole to your smartass every day.

