For the rest of the ride, Adrienne told me everything she knew about Alexander Corvinus and his coven. We pulled into a downtown hotel parking garage, taking the elevator up to a room where Olivia was waiting. She pulled me into her arms as I broke down crying. Today had been a whiplash, from the highest of highs to the depths of fear.

I was sick and tired of this shit.

Mom pushed me towards the bathroom, handing me a dress and clean lingerie. I took a long, hot shower, something I missed over the past two weeks. The silver dress was a Bodyglove design, and the stretchy ocean-themed fabric...