Chapter Thirty-Seven
Natalie The last few days had been uneventful. I mostly laid in the bed in my room, or sat at the table. I wanted it to be like the movies where I was this sleek double agent, but they were very careful about not discussing anything in front of me, so I hadn’t learned much. The sun was rising on my last day, and tonight the ceremony would take place. I felt numb about it, unsure how I was supposed to feel about becoming a vessel for an ancient witch. There wasn’t an informative pamphlet to prepare someone for that, so I could only guess it was going to be icky. I had swiped a butter knife at dinner last night and tucked it into my leather boot, but I didn’t know what the hell I would do with a butter knife. It was my emotional support butter knife. I felt better having it, even if it
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