Chapter 6 The Unraveling

• Inside Rowel Don's mansion, the air felt heavier that night, like an unseen weight placed on her shoulders.
• Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the cup, she stared at the tea and perceived the bitter scent of herbs, a scent she had come to associate with forgetting. Her fingers closed tightly around the porcelain handling it into her palm.
• Was it real? Was it all in her head, or was she going crazy? The messages on the mirror, missing pages in her journal and the strange headaches.