Smoothing my hand over the page, I thought of all the names I’d read in the book, the witches who’d come before me. What I needed to do relied on the strength of several Handmaidens, but I couldn’t imagine any of them would’ve thought it’d come to this.
I hope this works. I hope they want to help.
Despite my fear as I recited the words in a whisper, another part of me knew that they would want to help. I didn’t know how I knew, but it helped steady the shake in my voice even as I felt the telltale chill of dark magic creeping up my fingertips. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t stop. I needed their help.
“Please, lend me your voices,” I said as I pried my eyes open. I blinked a few times, feeling like I was looking through a smoky lens. Everything seemed darker, more difficul
