er-bound book of my mother' s herbal remedies. I found a recipe for an eye strain poultice, a mix of chamomile and eyebright. I remembered Cal

' t there. His laptop was open on the desk, the screen glowing. I was

him and his b

I couldn't stop m

the Pact Keeper town to channel their life force to her was

pt reading, my hands shaking so badl

happy, I'll walk through fire. Her congenital heart condition was getting worse.

he beautiful, frail socialite I' d met a few tim

ail made me

the Pact Keepers to

is grief wasn't for me. It was the strain of his monstrous act. He hadn' t

for my wedding, had given me a small, hidden pouch of herbs. "For emergencies," she had

lowed it with water. Then, I packed a small bag with c

Keeper is not something you take for free. A sou