We went back inside the house, and I sat on the couch—this time next to Anna—while my mom and Ivy prepared for this so-called ritual.
"Bring the needles, Sharon!" my mom called, and my sister rushed over with them.
Soon, they laid everything out on the table: a spool of red thread, two small needles, a bowl of rose water, and... was that this world's Bible?
It honestly looked more like a sacrificial ritual than a love union. Curious, I glanced over to see what the book was about and caught sight of a warning label on the cover:
"Warning: Thread may bond more than just hearts. Please do not attempt while angry, drunk, or stupid."
Yeah... definitely not a Bible. Maybe some kind of magical guidebook.
"Sounds safe," I muttered.
Anna rolled up her sleeves. "Alright, how do we start?"
Mom picked up the book and began reading aloud. "Okay... Step one: dip your fingers in the rose water."
We did. Simple enough.
