Page 53 of 3 Shifters to Break a Curse

“I thought so too,” I said, sounding still half-asleep. I remembered which bag I stuck it in and dug inside the right one, grabbing my phone, and peering through the cracked screen. “I think it’s a text from Savannah.”

“You think?” Rin asked. “You don’t have her information programmed into your phone?”

“I do…” I said. “It’s just difficult to see through the cracks on the phone and my sight hasn’t cleared yet.”

I tapped the icon on the screen and tried to make sense of the words through the shattered screen. The words were split and cut off and hard to decipher some of them without reading everything more than once.

“Is she on her way?” Rin asked, walking in from the kitchen. He worked on drying off his hands on a dish towel.

“How long was I out?” I asked. “What time is it?”

“Ten,” Ezra said. “But don’t worry, you were snoring.”

I laughed. “Shut up. No, I wasn’t!”

“You were a little,” Rin said chuckling to himself as he headed back into the kitchen. “So, is she on her way or not?”

I shook my head, scanning through the long list of texts she had sent. “No. At least, it doesn’t look like she is.”

I continued to read so that I could get the jest of what she had sent me.

“What did she send then?” Ezra asked.

I held up a hand as my eyes scanned the words and sucked in a breath. “She’s sending me a ritual.”

“A what?” Rin asked, from the kitchen.

I twisted in my seat to face the both of them. “Apparently, she went to the coven. Together they were able to come up with a ritual to counter the one I had done.”

“What do you mean counter the one you had done?” Rin asked, his eyes hardened as he stepped into the room again. “What did you do, Toni?”

I shook my head and settled my gaze on his. “That’s just it. I don’t recall.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What do you mean you don’t recall? How do you forget something you did?”

I sighed. “Exactly as I said. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Another buzz. Rin shook his head and went back into the kitchen. I glanced at my phone. Again, it was Savannah. I strained my eyes trying to decipher her text.

“She said the ritual will help me remember what I had lost and forgotten,” I said.

“Is she a psychic?” Ezra asked.

“No,” I said and frowned. “She’s not. But I do share everything with her. She probably knows something I don’t.”

“Or, maybe, something you don’t remember?” Ezra asked.

“According to this,” I said and held up my phone, “that’s highly probable.”

Ezra glinted at the screen. “I’ll take your word for it.”

My phone buzzed one last time. She sent me the ritual. As I read the words, a strange breeze encircled me. Magic nipped at my skin. I sucked in a breath as a strange pull entered my head.

“Whoa,” I said through a sigh.

“What?” Ezra asked. “What’s going on?”

His words faded away into a distant echo… almost as though he was drifting farther and farther away from me.

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