Chapter 155

OPHELIA 40 MINUTES BEFORE THE LIGHT GOES OUT I watch in awe as they stride purposefully toward us, three witches with flaming-red hair glinting in the moonlight, all dressed in emerald-green cloaks. They look like the cavalry from a really badass superhero movie. “Nazeel,” Enora cries, and her face, still aged and weathered, brightens with relief. “We are here, dearest friend,” Nazeel says, stepping in front of the other two. “We felt the tear in the veil. Tell us what must be done.” “A wraith has opened it. He imbibes Giorgios Drakos with powers, and we must return him to the netherworld before the veil falls completely.” One of Nazeel’s sisters blanches, but it is the other who speaks. “The spell of the white witch?” Enora nods. “Nazeel, it is too dangerous,” the sister says. “You must summon Lucifer himself to return a wraith to the netherworld.” Lucifer? As in the devil? This suddenly feels like a terrible idea. “It is what must be done, Ameena,” Nazeel says. “We cannot allow the v