I rested the remainder of the day, but the next morning, I asked Arin to perform the spell.
Tyson gave us a private room to perform the spell, and even the air in the room buzzed with tension that matched my own emotions. My sister Arin stood before me, her fingers mixing the paste. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. I had no desire to have the paste on me. It made me feel sick, knowing parts of my mother's body would be smothered on me soon.
''Are you sure about this?'' Flynn asked.
''Not even a little bit,'' I said, with an amused smile, but there was disgust in my eyes.
''It doesn't matter if she's sure,'' Arin sat down next to me where I was lying on the ground, ''She needs to break the barrier that's blocking her powers. This is the quickest way.''
I looked over at the paste, n
