The old grimoire slipped from my fingers as I stared out the plantation house window. The Hunter's Moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, bathing everything in its amber glow. I could feel its pull in my blood, a witch's moon, a time of power.
"Find anything useful?" Lucien appeared in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light.
I shook my head. "Just more questions. We've been through every grimoire I could salvage, and all we have are pieces of a puzzle that don't fit together."
Two days we'd been holed up in my family's abandoned plantation house, exiled from both our communities. Two days of searching ancient texts for answers about the prophecy that kept appearing in fragments throughout my family records. Two days of trying not to get distracted by Lucien
