Chapter 16
A month later, Victoria stood in the entryway of her father’s house, weak sunlight coming through the narrow windows beside the door barely lighting the space. For the first time in years—since returning to live in London—she hadn’t been bothering to collect the post herself.
A familiar pale blue box sat on top of the letters and cards stacked in a silver tray on a high cabinet.
She nearly dropped the box directly in the waste with all the rubbish advertisements or crushed it under her heel rather than acknowledging it.
The past few weeks had been the most frustrating of her life.
She carried it up to her safe room before she opened it, not wanting any more unpleasant surprises. Jaji had taught her ways to eliminate magic from objects, a skill she’d never needed until now.
