Chapter 100

“So, are you sure this is going to work?”

“No,” Cormac said flatly, his hands moving with steady, precise movements as he placed the final items around me in a wide circle.

Moonstones glinted under the moonlight, while herbs lay in small bundles at regular intervals, filling the air with a sharp, earthy aroma.

Candles were set at each cardinal point, flickering against the chill of the night.