chapter 109

sable

Then I recall the words Clint spoke before he died, and my voice dies out on a whisper.

You better hope she doesn’t find out about you.

I asked him who “she” was, demanded to know, but he didn’t have a chance to respond before he lost consciousness. Or maybe he just decided to take that secret to the grave, one last way to fuck with me.

Could the woman he referenced be the person I’m bound to?

“What should I do?” I ask Gwen, and my voice comes out tight and strained. “I don’t understand what this means. Can you please help me?”

The witch drinks from her mug, a line etched between her brows as she stares at me over the rim. When she sets it back down, she sighs.

“It seems likely that it didn’t bind you to the man you thought was your uncle, although he’s the one who cast the spell. Bonds formed by a third party are never as strong, although given the number of sigils he put on you, he was trying to make it as powerful as possible. Still, there’s a possibility that if that other