ASTRID'S POV
I hesitated.
I didn’t want to pick up that letter. At the same time, if I didn't pick it up, I was going to be in a lot of trouble. So I just froze mid-air, staring right back at the little piece on the floor. I was hoping I would just blink, and it would go away.
Maybe it was a fragment of my imagination. This place was making me go crazy. Maybe it once belonged to a witch. Because Brie mentioned it wasn't her exact room. She only came here so we could share the same room and the same bed.
But ur was still there, alive and well, and my stomach only sunk further. I mustered the courage finally, and I picked the letter from the floor.
I opened it up, and the envelope itself turned to ashes on my palm. Only the letter itself remained. If they made me use anythin
