Chapter 112

Ophelia

Don’t run, he said.

We’ll catch you, he also said.

My chest heaved as I ran for the House of Mirrors. The last I’d seen of Jude and Ryker they were being pelted in the face by a slew of stuffed animals. I would’ve laughed had the potion not been suppressing my emotions.

It was a worthwhile trade. Better to sleep soundly without horrific night terrors. Giving up the ability to feel was nothing in comparison.

I looked up at the night sky as I ran.

I’d have to take another dosage soon before this one wore off. The bond was silent in my chest, but it wouldn’t be forever.

A sign flapped on the curtains blocking off the entrance to the House of Mirrors. I released a sigh as I read the word closed in jagged hand writing. At least I could use my magic freely. I was getting tired of wiping human’s memories when they saw or heard too much.

Despite how often I trained with my father, I didn’t enjoy entering people’s minds.

That was his thing.

Skidding to a stop, the curtains of the Ho