Chapter 105 The Gift Basket

• Agnes
• Elijah had some matters to attend to at work that day—although I had a sinking feeling that he was just avoiding the awkwardness of what had happened last night, and I couldn’t even blame him—and Thea was still resting in her room with a stomach ache, so I had the house to myself for most of that day.
• I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, the ancient spellbook open in my lap, my fingers tracing the faded runes on the pages. My legs were starting to fall asleep from sitting for so long, and I sat up, rubbing my bleary eyes.