Chapter 9 · free to read
Sixth Petal. Six weeks. And a boy from home drawing my own spell back onto the ground for me.
Not aimed by anyone. Aimed by him. Weeks before, without either of us knowing.
Two petals. Nobody at Hexbloom knew what my rank actually cost, and I was not about to explain it.
He released me. Cleanly, correctly, in his own handwriting, the way he does everything.
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