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My eyes traveled across the bedroom, and as I was just about to call it quits and go to sleep, my crossbody caught my eye. Specifically, the grimoire tucked inside.

I padded over, lifting the heavy book, and fingered through its pages.

I was about to stop, ready to rest my mind, when the spell on the final page spoke to me.

Oblivisci.

Quickly, I ran to my dresser, slipping a bra on underneath my shirt and pulling on some pants. This spell required help, and I knew exactly who I was going to ask.

I rushed to his room and pounded on the door, and my silver-haired friend came rushing, rubbing his eyes. Viola came scuttling behind him, holding her robe firmly in place.

“Lena?” he whispered.

“I need your help, Merrick.”

Chapter Fifty-Four

MERRICK

Three hours earlier

I took a steady breath before knocking on Erabella's bedroom door, my now old bow resting on my shoulder. I hoped she and Silas weren't getting it on, but considering I didn't feel any emotions like that coming from behind the door, I figured I was in the clear.

The lock clicked, and Era's eyes widened as she beheld me. My sight trailed down her frame, noting the oversized shirt she wore, no pants.

No bra.

Dear Gods, I was going to faint.

“Hey,” she breathed, eyes going down to the bow in my hand. She raised her brow.

I cleared my throat. “Silas in there?”

“No, he wentto talk to Torrin earlier. I'm not sure where he is now.”

My lips curved into a half-grin. “Can I come in?”

Color stained her cheeks. “I'm not sure that's a good—”

I strode forward anyway, and she stepped aside, rolling her eyes. “What's the point of asking if you're going to do what you want anyway?”

“To be polite,” I replied, placing the bow in the corner of the room against the wall.

“Why'd you bring that?” She stepped forward and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I'm giving it to you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? Why?”

“Lena brought me back a crossbow, remember? I figured you could benefit from my bow since I'll be using the new weapon.”

She clicked her tongue. “Figures you'd give me the old model.”

“Now, now,” I smirked. “Don't be ungrateful.”

She laughed softly, focusing her gaze on her new bow. “Does it still shoot ice arrows?”

“Yup. So long as I charge it, anyway.”

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