Chapter 115

Harper

My stomach twisted. “It’s still night?”

Gavin pushed himself to his feet, pacing once. “Whatever that witch did before she died, it didn’t stop with her. The spell’s holding.”

I rubbed my arms, trying to fight the chill crawling under my skin. “You said her magic would die when she did.”

"I said it should've,” Gavin's jaw tightened. “This wasn’t Vera’s kind of magic. Hers was old, grounded.