Nora's POV
The warm tea steams against my lips as I peer into the darkness beyond my back porch. I've wrapped myself in a thick blanket, settling into the wicker chair with my Book of Shadows spread open on the small table. My three familiars have positioned themselves around me like sentries, refusing to budge from their protective circle.
Ophelia headed home hours ago to dig through her own collection, hunting for any mention of Gatekeepers in her family's ancient texts.
"This whole thing feels so unclear," I murmur to my companions, running my fingers along the worn pages. "Like something out of a fantasy novel."
