Chapter 100 The Lupomancer's Curse

• Breaking into someone’s house at midnight wasn’t exactly a hobby of mine. But I couldn’t continue to stand by and watch Becca be her dubious self and not do anything about it. I wasn’t going to develop cold feet either. It was either now or never. It took a miracle to escape Ethan’s relentless surveillance.
• The window on the side of Becca’s house slid up without resistance, as if it had been left that way for someone else. Or maybe for me. I told myself it was just luck. I told myself a lot of things as I slid my body over the sill and landed softly on the polished wooden floors.
• There was no sense of comfort in the silence inside the house, it was clinical.