When you traveled by blood magic, you felt like a Champagne bottle that had been shaken too hard: fizzing, warm, and ready to pop.I tumbled onto the bronze floor of the Clocktower in the House of Seasons, shaking with the bubbling of my blood, on top of Alpha who wound his arms around me in shock and whined. I smacked my mouth to get rid of the coppery taste, but it’d take hours to fade; I remembered that from the last time I’d been wrenched here to Isabella’s house as a kid. The first time, I’d been a hot mess of tears and screams for a mother who’d been freshly slaughtered. Then something had been forced down my throat…poison…and I’d awoken with my aunt and uncle in America and a new life, like the past could simply be forgotten. Yet here it was, biting me in the butt or sbutting me to my face in the case of Siobhanny because you couldn’t just run away from the big bad wolves, who knew?
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