Lila's P.O.V
Rain hammered down like it was trying to drown the world, turning the path into a muddy slurry that sucked at my boots. Ma Felicia stood there, a dark silhouette against the storm, her eyes gleaming with something feral. The letter opener in her hand caught a flash of lightning, sharp and wicked. Annie gasped behind me, clutching my arm so tight it hurt.
"Going somewhere, dear?" Ma Felicia's voice was syrupy sweet, but underneath it was pure venom. She took a step forward, her dress plastered to her skin, hair wild like a witch from the old tales.
I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. The amulet—Shay's warning about the curse—it all clicked into place. She wasn't just meddling; she was at the center of it. "What are you doing out here, Ma Felicia? Annie saw y
