Jaxon

 Ronan and I had spent the better part of the week poring over details, scrolls, anything that even hinted at a way to undo the curse tying Elvira and me to something darker than the bond itself. The truth had come in riddles, all of them pointing to one dangerous solution: Blood Moon Magic.

 And there was only one kind of witch who could wield it. One that was located somewhere at the end of the City.

 So that’s how I ended up in the deepest part of Halden’s forgotten district, standing in front of a building that looked like it had been cursed just for existing. The place...