I opened my eyes, and my head pounded like someone had smashed it with a rock. Everything around me was blank—pitch black, like I'd fallen into a bottomless hole. I blinked hard, trying to make sense of it, but there was nothing. No walls, no floor, no light. Just endless void. I spun around, arms flailing. "Hello? Where the hell am I?"
A flicker appeared in the distance, and then a woman materialized right in front of me. I jumped back, heart slamming. It was her—the witch who'd given me the grimoire, the one who'd warned me about Devon's memory wipe. Her eyes gleamed with that same eerie glow, her lips curling into a smirk.
"You," I snapped, stepping forward. "What did you do? The ritual—Devon opened his eyes, but then everything went black!"
She tilted her head, chuckling softly. "Oh, sweetheart, the ritual worked just fine. Devon's back in the land of the living, memory of you scrubbed clean. But I forgot to mention something important."
