Kyran Pov
I waited until the clock struck midnight. The new moon made the sky completely dark with no light at all except for the stars. This was the only time the ritual would work according to the ancient scrolls.
Any other time, and the magic would be too weak to trap a spirit as powerful as Yolande.
I pulled out the wooden box from under my bed and opened it slowly. My hands were shaking from nerves and exhaustion. Inside the box was everything I needed.
The moonstone glowing with its soft white light. The small vial was filled with my blood. The cloth with Freda's tear dried into the fabric. The lock of Urdon's hair was wrapped in paper.
"This has to work," I whispered to myself. "It has to."
