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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. – 1 – Willow
  6. – 2 – Mason
  7. – 3 – Willow
  8. – 4 – Mason
  9. – 5 – Willow
  10. – 6 – Mason
  11. – 7 – Willow
  12. – 8 – Mason
  13. – 9 – Willow
  14. – 10 – Mason
  15. – 11 – Willow
  16. – 12 – Mason
  17. – 13 – Willow
  18. – 14 – Mason
  19. – 15 – Willow
  20. – 16 – Mason
  21. – 17 – Willow
  22. – 18 – Mason
  23. – 19 – Willow
  24. – 20 – Mason
  25. – 21 – Willow
  26. – 22 – Mason
  27. – 23 – Willow
  28. – 24 – Mason
  29. – 25 – Willow
  30. – 26 – Mason
  31. – 27 – Willow
  32. – 28 – Mason
  33. – 29 – Willow
  34. – 30 – Mason
  35. – 31 – Willow
  36. – 32 – Mason
  37. – 33 – Willow
  38. – 34 – Mason
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. More from the Author
  41. About the Author
  42. ALSO BY JENNA EVANS WELCH

Her shoulders relax slightly, which is funny because she clearly doesn’t realize how much I want to spend time with her. The fact is, Willow could ask me to go cliff diving into a pool of lava and I would still say yes.

– 25 – Willow

The tour is interesting and enjoyable, or at least I’m sure it would be if I had any ability to focus on it. There are two main problems: One, Mason is highly distracting. Even when he’s not looking at me, I can feel his attention hyperfocused in my direction. He also keeps brushing his arm against mine, which has the magical effect of turning every nerve in my body into its own tiny bonfire, which is surprisingly not a thing I hate.

And two, I am horrified by the thought of what I’m about to ask Mason to do. The aunts are expecting us tonight, right after the tour, a thought that fills me with horror. What if Marigold is skyclad again? What if they try to do a love astronomy chart, or whatever it was? Will Mason run screaming in the opposite direction?

The problem is, I think the aunts are right: I do need him. If he hadn’t pointed out Thalia’s name in the painting, I doubt I ever would have found it. And even more impressive, he’d guessed at the contents of Sage’s second letter when he called Thalia my relative. I am related to Thalia, at least distantly.

Sage’s second letter had blown my mind. Not only had the story transformed Thalia from fairy-tale witch to an actual human, I’d been stunned to learn that she and Lily were half sisters.

The clue on the letter said Find Abigail. I know from the first letter that Abigail was Lily’s mom, and I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of anything in the house that could be related to her. Is it another painting? Some other type of object? The aunts had claimed to have no idea where I should look next. Will Mason be able to help me again? If so, it’s worth the embarrassment of asking him.

Except now the tour is over, which means I have to actually ask him, a fact that makes me want to disappear into one of the spooky cemeteries we toured tonight.

“And that’s it,” Emma says as we gather in our final friendship circle. “If you loved the tour, my name is Emma. If you didn’t, it’s Brunhilde. Have a wonderful night, and please enjoy the rest of your time in Salem.”

The group begins to disperse and Mason leans in, his eyes eager. As soon as I gave him his notebook, his face settled, a layer of stress evaporating from his body.

“Where to?”