Not exactly the name I’d seen written on the cover. But I wasn’t about to tell Norma that the real name scrawled there was just ‘Max D. Rivera’ in plain block letters.
There were secrets in this book, clearly. Secrets tied to the Rift. And for some reason, I could read them.
I ran my finger down the leather-bound edge. The pulse came again.
“I’m keeping it,” I told her softly.
Norma threw her hands in the air. “Fine! But if lightning strikes twice tonight, I’m sleeping under a table.”
“Deal.”
As the door closed behind her, I opened the book once more. The candles flickered. Somewhere, distant thunder rolled. And under my fingertips, the pulse of the book synced perfectly with the rhythm of my heart.
Would you like me to continue into Abby’s first attempt trying one of the spells ins
