Chapter 40 The Spell

• Lucy’s POV
• Malena looked between me and Aunt several times, and my nerves went haywire. The pit of anxiety twisting inside me was now wreaking havoc on my entire system. Aunt wasn't helping either—she kept shifting in her seat like a squirrel on espresso.
• I swear, I must have died a little inside from anticipation, because when Malena finally spoke, her voice sounded like it was echoing from deep inside a pit. Or maybe I was the one in the pit. Either way, I was spiraling.