A crease forms between my brows as I strain to decipher the faded ink on the parchment. The words dance before my eyes, blurring together like a watercolor painting left out in the rain.
My mother's book of spells, a relic from a world I barely understand, sits open on my desk, its secrets tantalizingly out of reach.
Frustration gnaws at me as I flip through the pages, each one more cryptic than the last. I've spent countless hours practicing but I still mess things up.
A sudden buzzing from my phone startles me, pulling me from my daze. I glance at the screen, recognizing Caleb's name. A flicker of hope ignites in my chest as I remember his cryptic comment about knowing magic. Before I can second-guess myself, I answer the call, my voice trembling slightly.
"Hey," I say.
"Hi, Emma. I
