Chapter 15
I wish one of my skills was time travel. All I need is a few minutes to go back and do things differently. I want it so badly I can see the hands of our grandfather clock move in reverse.
My blood in the stone swirls from a deep red to pink. The sharp pain is dulling, but I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Why would Cy do this? He helped me. Is this his idea of a joke? Maybe he didn’t know what would happen. I’ve bitten all my nails off, and my tapping foot ticks the seconds until the doorbell rings. I spring to my feet and fling it open before making sure it’s him.
Cy’s eyes are huge, and he’s shaking his head.
“Take it off, now,” I demand and shove my wrist at him.
“I didn’t send this to you. I swear.”
“It came with a card.” I storm inside to get it and wave it for him to
