Nadia
I climbed the creaking steps of the staircase with the grimoire pressed against my chest.
The weight of all the destruction that preceded that night crushed my shoulders. Downstairs, Viktor was agonizing on the couch, and it was all my fault. I needed to find a cure quickly, or I feared the vampire would no longer be awake when I returned to the living room.
Arcano followed me silently to the attic.
When I closed the door of what was now my bedroom, I threw my back against it and released all my breath. My heart pounded in my throat. My hands trembled uncontrollably. My fingertips tingled, itched, as if electric currents ran beneath my skin.
A consequence of the chaos, the magic, the possession.
"Tell me there is a way to save him, please," I whispered, letting the grimoire fal
