Chapter 9
I fish the amulet from under my bed covers. I probably should treat it better if it truly is a gift from a goddess. Something about it rings true, even if it is an unlikely story. I take Cyrus’s advice and reach up to clasp the chain around my neck. It clips as he walks in the room.
He stares at me intently for a moment. “I was thinking, what does the book, the amulet, and the items on your list of weirdness have in common?”
I grab my list and look over it.
Nothing.
Before I can stop him, he grabs it from me.
“What made you write this stuff down?”
“Mostly because they were the last thing I remembered before a blackout. Or something that felt out of place. Like—” I yank the tie out of my bun, and my hair cascades down. “Hair shouldn’t grow this fast.”
He spares me a glance
