I WOKE UP THE NEXT morning with my hand clutching my locket.
Be careful today, Ava.
I rubbed my eyes with my palms, stifling a yawn, and forced myself to sit up in bed. Last night, I’d slept better than I had in years, unsure if it was because of the comfy bed, the exhaustion of the day before, or whatever Mallory had slipped into my pot of tea. Regardless, I was grateful for it. I’d needed the rest more than I realized.
I stretched and got up, padding to the closet. When I opened it, I remembered I didn’t actually live here. Which meant there was nothing in this closet I could actually wear. For a moment, I hesitated. Should I ask Mallory for help?
Are you forgetting something, daughter?
My palms tingled. I had magic, didn’t I? And no mother telling me to be conservative. In fact, sh
