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Chapter 47

Smoke billowed into the sky from the direction of my house long into the night, lacing black curves over the heavy gray clouds. I sat on a stiff mattress, watching out the window from the hotel we'd holed ourselves in for the night from the money I'd taken from Ty's wallet.

My family's murderer was dead, and I should've felt vindicated. Instead, a strange sense of guilt swamped my insides with a greasy feeling I couldn't shake. He'd once been my best friend-I'd been proud to call him that, too-and now he was a magicless, tied-up-in-barbed-wire corpse inside a burnt house. Sure, he deserved it, but that didn't make it right. Or maybe it did. Hell if I knew the difference anymore.

But if all witches, not just me, would be taking back their power from the fae and waking tomorrow to the first day of spring, then it would be worth it. Right? Unless Kason was the Legacy human. Then spring might as well be winter all over again. At least for me.