Chapter 66

• TWO DAYS PRIOR
• As Ginger bent the laws of nature to return home, a prick of regret burned her skin as she realized her perfect spell had given a not-so palatable result. She had willed herself to reappear in her bedroom but instead, she was outside her apartment, and no matter how hard she tried to repeat the spell to give a perfect result. It kept on failing and that told Ginger all she needed to know. As always, her mother had figured she was not at home. Ginger walked reluctantly to the front door. She could almost feel her mother's worry cloud the house. Usually, Ginger's reappearance would lead to a scalding reprimanding but Ginger had an ace up her sleeve this time. She peered into her phone screen. Half-caked blood coated most of it. Blood that had poured directly from the veins of Olamide, the suspected attribute. With good faith, I knocked. The lock snapped in seconds and a gust of wind opened the door. Yasmin was walking leisurely across the room with a glass of wine to her mouth. The bottom of her lip was tainted a fainted red like the rich crimson that filled the cup. It implied that this was not her first glass.
• "Mom," Ginger half-whispered, a lump falling on her throat. "I can explain."