Chapter 180

• Irene's POV
• The full moon hung low in the sky, impossibly bright and impossibly large.
• I knelt in the center of the clearing my mother had marked on her map. The herbs were arranged around me in careful patterns, exactly as the diary had instructed. Moonveil petals formed an inner circle. Silverroot traced lines extending outward like the rays of a sun. Night-blooming jasmine and starlight moss filled the spaces between.