Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side.

“Sometimes,” Iris began, “I don’t think we know what we’re made of until the worst moment possible happens. Then we must decide who we truly are and what is most important to us. I think we’re often surprised by what we become.”

She still had Val’s flute in her pocket, alongside the key, the ball of wax, and now three blueberry scones. All important items to carry on a death mission below.