Jaxon
Ronan and I had spent the better part of the week poring over details, scrolls, anything that even hinted at a way to undo the curse tying Elvira and me to something darker than the bond itself. The truth had come in riddles, all of them pointing to one dangerous solution: Blood Moon Magic.
And there was only one kind of witch who could wield it. One that was located somewhere at the end of the City.
So that’s how I ended up in the deepest part of Halden’s forgotten district, standing in front of a building that looked like it had been cursed just for existing. The place was practically flirting with grass, cracked stone steps, vines clawing up broken windows, and a smell like damp parchment.
I stepped inside, boots hitting the floor as I walked towards the entrance. I barely got
