I follow Drusilla toward the ornately carved wooden door, and she pushes it open to allow me to pass by.
This was my mother’s room, and it’s been empty for so long. Until Bethea weaseled her way into my life. There are jewels and silks, fine clothing all over the place, and perfumes and makeup covering the entire desk.
I clench my jaw angrily. That creature bastardized so much of my life, and that’s something I will never forgive.
I walk over to the bed and place Calliope on it gently, then pull the sheer curtains around the bed closed. At least she can rest peacefully here.
The whole room is glowing blue, pulsing rhythmically as Drusilla wanders around holding the wand in front of her. “What should we use?” The sorceress asks, “the more important the object was to her, the stronger
