Harper’s POV
Lucas trusts Ms. Sage, which means I should too.
So why can’t I stop my hands from trembling?
Clutching at the sides of my pants, I dig my fingers into the scratchy material of the cargo pants. Lucas sits off to the side, staying close to offer his support. He offers a reassuring smile, making me want to reach out for him. His shirtless torso is still on display, but I can’t even admire his muscles because the dried blood on his skin as well as the new scars distract me.
My heart jumps again and climbs into my throat as Ms. Sage dips the end of an herb bundle into her small fire. Smoke rises and the sharp scent fills the air. The circle around me glows brighter, sparking with yellow light before it turns a deep purple.
Ms. Sage waves her herb bundle around, muttering
