Ravenrock worked his spells in Bitter. Or was it Jase Carmichael’s callous doings? I honestly didn’t know and wouldn’t find out anytime soon. Jase was a wicked man, I had learned from Harry. Unethical. Beyond human, and quite hurtful. Perhaps my guess leaned more to Jase reaching inside his spell-filled mind, and damaged heart; strange and demented areas of sin and places of deathly angels.
Starting that morning, those weird spells happened all over Bitter, all of which were carried out within the next forty-eight hours:
At the Bitter Post Office on Shevenfeld Street, waiting in line, I heard Bella Day, the post person working the counter, saying to one of her closest friends, Reese Maldon, “My sister Felicia woke up this morning unable to speak. Fell had a cup of honey tea, but it did n
