“He is so very wrong about that,” Olivia said. “He told you so himself. If I tried to return you and the spell didn’t work, you could become a corpse. You’d be lost to Sarah and Grace forever.”
The silence in the great room was overwhelming, echoing the emptiness in James’ mind. How could he explain what this meant to him? How could he explain he wasn’t afraid of the consequences because he knew, in his dormant heart, that this would work because it was their turn to be free from the madness? It was their turn to find some happiness that wasn’t contingent on secrets or escapes.
All he could say was, “This is what I want, Olivia.”
“What about Sarah?” Jennifer asked.
Sarah dropped her head into her hands. She wept with such force that her lungs coughed for lack of air. James stood before
