There was always a price to pay for using magic. It was the oldest rule in the book.
Ravyn wasn’t quite sure this was what they meant, but it felt pretty damn close. She was a prisoner once more, only this time, it felt worse.
She’d already tasted freedom, so her new solidarity burned even more. It pierced her heart, and left her hollow inside.
One would have asked why she didn’t just go against her brother. How could she? He was the only family she had left, and despite their continuous feud, he’d gotten them this far. For two years, he’d kept them safe.
She respected him.
Even though at this moment, she resented him.
The days bled together in a blur of repetition. Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat.
Every morning, Rion would wait at the door, car keys in hand, and escort her to th
