Once I got back to Braddock Farm, I’d never wear anything but leathers again. If I survived past Sunday, that is. Tomorrow at sunset, my curse would officially start. I shivered as images of my afterlife appeared. Flesh melting away from bone. Smoke, pain, and death… Only to be restored and burned once again. An endless cycle through eternity. Rowan stepped into the tent, interrupting my dismal thoughts. He paused. “What’s troubling you?” There was no point in pretending. “My curse.” Rowan sat down beside me. “We’ll fight that, Elea. With this new magick against Viktor, I’m sure we’ll win.” Perhaps he was right. After all, the leveling spell came from none other than the Sire of Souls and the Lady of Creation. I set down the spell-box onto the rug before me. “This holds what they called a leveling spell.” Rowan frowned. “You still haven’t opened it?” “There’s something you should know before we do that. I’m not really sure what Oni and Yuri gave us.
