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To those who’ve had to claw their way out of the dark and still choose to be a light in this world— I’m proud of you.
Ophelia was now the eldest Grimm. A dead mother made her much more than an orphan.
Hurry, your time is running out, the Shadow Voice that haunted her every waking thought whispered inside her mind.
If you miss your window, there will be...
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she whispered a demand to the dark. The one that would seal her fate forever.
Genevieve’s mouth fell open in awe as the dark answered Ophelia’s request, the candles reigniting with the hushed command. This time, the flames were a silvery blue. Grimm Blue.
The same as every Grimm woman who had accepted her magic before them.
The same color as the hazy, glowing outlines of the Apparitions she could now see lurking in the shadows of the room. Grimm Blue.
A moment later, the locket pulsed again, syncopating to the thrum within her own chest. A heartbeat.
But waking up to Ghosts lurking in her bedroom and hallways the morning after she had found her mother’s lifeless body was strange even by her standards.
There were two golden rules their mother had taught them about
roaming New Orleans after dark: the first was that if the dark looks at you, you never look back. That was a surefire way to be caught by a Devil.
The second rule was that if you did break the first, never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.
Ophelia couldn’t help but wonder if she was wildly unprepared to assimilate into normal society without their mother as her guide. Death she was familiar with. Living would be the real challenge.
Souls that are dead cannot cross roses of red, her mother had always chanted.
She flipped it over and read the familiar words etched into the back: Follow your heart.
“Go home,” the stranger advised. “A house of Devils is no place for an angel like you.”
“A heart and a key would set me free,” it said. “But you should hope we do not meet again, angel.”
Never feel bad for bleeding, Ophelia. Her mother’s voice came back to her now. Bleeding means you’re alive.
