Logan climbed onto the base of the statue and snipped the string with her teeth instead of her wand, like a mundane might do. The string of Jailah’s bow was already nocked back with another string, tied elegantly to Hattie’s finger. Tonight, a real bow and arrow had been positioned adjacent to its bronze twin so that Hattie looked to be wielding both. At the entrance to the archery fields, a bronze statue of Hattie Mesmortes, the academy’s founder, waited atop a square of pristine gray marble.

“Why do you always have to be so horrible?” “ I’d take being “All right, Logan, you want to fuck him, Jesus, we know.” Jailah closed her eyes. There’s no actual evidence-” Iris cackled. “ I’m just saying that all we have is your interpretation of some book. We don’t even really know that his death will end the Haunting!” “ Are you calling me a liar?” Iris’s tone was calm, but Jailah could feel the angry heat wicking from her. He’s a good person, and he doesn’t deserve to die. “Maybe Teddy isn’t-” But Logan wouldn’t hear it. Jailah reached for the gentleness in herself that she’d buried. Neither thought they’d lose him, and certainly not like this. She looked at Iris, who was wearing a similar look of shame. I should’ve placed a tracking hex on him. I should’ve taken his blood for a finding spell. “ Are you saying you don’t even know where he is?” Jailah dropped her head into her hands. “You could force-feed me alítheia, and I still wouldn’t be able to give him up.” Thalia narrowed her eyes. “Logan, where is he?” Logan swallowed hard. Her whole deal is that her magic can do things that defy every magical law there is.” She stepped to the baby witch. To the history here to lead us to him.” “ Can she do that?” Thalia asked.

The witchery by s isabelle