Chapter 6

"Yes, an agreement through a curse." Raising an eyebrow, I watch as Fiona opens her palm again, dark mist floating around her hand, only to absorb into her arm as it runs through her veins. "The Midnight Siege." That name rings a bell. "My coven, my family of witches that has gone back for generations, we were part of the wrong-end of a battle. For four centuries we have tried to make things right, yet the curse Leo's ancestors placed upon us still runs through our veins." Leo places himself between Fiona and myself, blocking me from seeing anymore of the blackness in her veins. "The trade was simple, Lyra," Leo notifies me, "for her to get you back to this world and I would lift the curse." "But lifting a curse is much easier than getting someone back from the dead. We agreed the moment she came back that you would lift the curse." Fiona argues with Leo now, pulling his attention back to her as I wonder what the curse has done to Fiona, to her coven, and how