THERE WAS NO WAY she would let this nightmare happen. She just got her Anya back. She couldn’t lose her again. There’s no way she would lose her again.
“Seraphine!” she screamed the moment she shoved the door to Seraphine’s Disguises open. “Seraphine, we need your help.”
The matriarch of Black Hollow appeared out of the back. “What’s with all the yelling?” She glanced past Misha to Carson, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she spotted him. “Ah, I see you took my advice. Good, good.”
Misha nodded, weaving her way around the costume racks. “I did, and Destiny even helped us get him all of Anya’s memories. But we have another problem. Pesta wants Carson as a reaper.”
Seraphine crossed her arms over her chest as she tilted her head slightly. “What? Where did you hear such nonsen
