Summoning Gone Wrong.

Lila’s POV

My hands shook as I finished drawing the last line of the summoning circle on my old apartment floor. Candlelight flickered across the creaking wooden boards, casting long shadows that seemed to look like they breathe on their own.

The air smelled like sage, blood from the small cut on my finger, and my own sweat. I was just an amateur witch. A curious girl who spent too many nights reading forbidden texts online. Tonight I wanted to summon something small. A minor spirit.

A helpful entity.

I never expected him.

The words left my lips in a trembling whispers. I murmured Ancient syllables I...