As the rise in supernatural disturbances continually expands to more obvious locations, Candra's family and friends are on a never-ending hunt to remove the region's dark magic.
Greater forces are at work, though, as an accidental link is formed between Candra and Ben, "marking" their souls and coupling them forever. They can now see each other's thoughts and speak to one another telepathically-bad news for sworn enemies.
Occults spreading across Hartford, along with Candra and Ben's mishap, are part of a bigger plan, one that neither the Lowells nor the Conways ever saw coming. There is more than one Ancient in their midst, and these primordial beings are lying in wait until Candra inherits her power.
A power which hasn't been seen in over five hundred years.
A power which balances one of her enemy's.
These two powers combined can change the course of history. In order to survive a battle with the Ancients and protect their abilities, the Lowell's and Conway's will have to work together. Can they rise above their feud, or will they lose everything?
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“If it takes me all night, so be it, but I’m not leaving until I change. Got it?” My attitude emerges as more of a bark than an undemanding pact, and I see the sudden hurt navigate Jana’s eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean it like that,” I say, silently petitioning for her forgiveness.
“It’s okay,” she says. “We’re all under a lot of stress, you most of all. If this is what you want, then who am I to tell you it’s wrong? I can’t leave you out here alone, though.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’s not safe,” she argues. “And I’d blame myself if you went missing again. Next time, you wouldn’t have a way out, Candra. You’d be stuck. Think about it.”
Jana crosses the space between us and hugs me. Not a pity hug, more like an I-don’t-know-what-I’d-do-if-I-lost-you-eternally hug. I circle my arms around her and squeeze.
“Dude, I’m gone for, like, two seconds and you chicks are having lovefest? Don’t tell me I missed the make-out session already.” Blake intertwines his fingers in front of his chest, wagging them forward and backward, begging. All while mouthing the word Please.
“Yeah, you know it,” Jana retorts as unenthusiastically as possible. “Anyway,” she continues, “Candra’s decided she’s staying out here until she transforms, and I’m staying with her.”
“All right. I’m in,” says Blake. “We’ll pow-wow it up until she shifts, huh? I’ll go tell everyone. Be right back.”
Might be my imagination, or I have horrible hearing, but I swear Blake mumbles something about marshmallows and firewood as he walks away. Great. Next, we’ll be swapping ghost stories and singing “Kumbaya.”
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