Three things were true in Luna Ashwood’s life right now:
1. Her reflection was acting independently.
2. Her soulmate was sleeping in her hallway, holding a dagger in case said reflection tried to stab her in her sleep.
3. Saffy had added googly eyes to every mirror in the manor to “distract evil spirits with silliness.”
The fourth unspoken truth?
They had to leave Hollowridge.
Immediately.
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“Icebound Citadel?” Saffy asked at breakfast, where she was carefully stabbing a pancake shaped like an ominous rune. “Sounds like a retirement home for frozen witches.”
“It’s real,” Lilith confirmed grimly. “The Council buried it in the northern edge of Blackspire Range. Cloaked it. Covered it in storms. Said it collapsed during the Frost Rebellion.”
“And like most Council claims,” Knox mu
