SERAPHINA
To break the curse, you had to take it on yourself.
Those were the exact words etched into the weathered leather note I’d read. A sacrifice was required.
“Offer blood to the grave. The spirit will be lured. Once it leaves its host, it will seek another body—yours. Then you will have only five seconds to end it. The spirit that is tied to its grave cannot survive outside its land. Fall beyond the mountain’s boundary—beyond the cursed mist—and the evil dies with you.”
That was the way out.
To save Finn, I had to invite the curse into me...and then throw myself off of the cliff to die.
The wind howled like a chorus of blades, cutting around me as I fell. Cold. Sharp. Suffocating. The mist rose to meet me like ghostly hands, curling against my skin, dragging over me as though i
