Sixty-three:
November Wilkins
November should have ignored it. If Angeline was messing with Elle, it might have kept Landry from claiming her. Then, she could have had some more time. But now, Noel was going to figure out what Angeline was doing. Landry would go through with the Claiming. And then…then she was going to be Luna.
As they made their way up to Elle’s room, Larissa opened the door. “Huh,” she said.
“Huh what?” Noel asked.
“Did the witch put a hex on Elle?” Deacon asked.
Larissa shook her head. “If there was a hex on this room, none of us would be able to even get through. I don’t sense any magic at all.”
“None?” Noel said. “But that’s impossible. She was just in this room moments ago.”
“There’s something there, something faint, but it’s not like any witch magic
