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“I don’t have a choice.” I turned to face her. “Nothing I say will change his mind.”

“This is insane.” Her voice pitched high with disbelief. “Of course you won’t change his mind, you’re asking him to end your life. That’s not some simple little request. And now this. You dig up some far-fetched antidote out of your great grandmother’s spell book, I don’t even understand how you found the plant. Surely you can’t believe that hocus pocus.”

Angelica knew she was speaking to deaf ears. This whole thing had gone far beyond reason. And although she told herself the spell was just the ramblings of an old woman, a sliver of unease gnawed at her. What if?

And that what if was no small risk. Because if the spell worked, if Ellie wrapped her hand around those thorns, it would be game over.