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“I can,” I rasped, my voice sounding off.
He pulled me with him as we started ripping things apart, searching for whatever it was that Patrick had used.
“Break the mirror.”
I wasn’t sure which ghost had told me but I repeated the words.
Hale reached it first, trying to tug it off the wall. Lincoln helped but when it didn’t move, Ethan grabbed one of the wrought-iron pokers from the fireplace.
“Everyone, get back! Protect her,” he told Lincoln specifically. We all turned away from the mirror until I heard the thud a few times and the sound of glass shattering.
When I turned back, we knew we’d found it. Where the mirror had been fused to the wall was now busted away, so we could see the wall underneath.
A set of runes ran down the wall. They were arranged in a straight line, starting at the top and going nearly to the bottom. I couldn’t tell if it was in its entirety, but I hoped it was.
“Call back the coven,” Ben said quickly. I snapped a photo and sent it to them. Astrid’s call was immediate.
“You found it?” she said. “The good news is it’s not a demon. The bad news is he used this to tether himself to this house. Grandma Rose thinks that we can shift the rune line to release him. We’re going to send pictures. You’re going to change a few things. Hang tight, you guys can do this.”
She hung up, and we all waited, barely breathing, bracing ourselves for another incoming attack.
There was an angry storm raging above us—white and black clouds pushing against each other. They were fighting so hard to give us a chance to finish this.
We couldn’t fail them.
When the picture finally came through, Lincoln handed me the permanent marker that he had and the black stone from his pocket. He hurried to the door, opening it enough to tumble out a few rocks of tourmaline before coming back. Patrick was trapped with us, though I doubted he noticed.
“Do it,” Lincoln demanded.
Even as the wind blew my hair into my face, I forged ahead, looking at the picture and changing the lines until his angry runes were something different altogether.
Now we had Patrick’s attention. He pushed away from the spirits and rushed toward us.
The spirits he left behind were weak now, barely visible as they flickered in and out of existence.
So was he.
“Stop!” he yelled, but the flickering got worse with every line that I added. Every rune that I changed had him losing just a bit more juice until he was merely a ghost standing here.
The darkness had left him and his power was gone.
“You need to leave; you’re not wanted here. You don’t get to hurt your family anymore.”
“This is my legacy, my house, and I will always be a part of it.”
“Only in memory,” I said as I added the last line.
There was no huge boom of noise, no crack of thunder. Instead, we were met with silence and an eerie stillness that filled the air.
As the wind died, the figure in front of us blinked out of existence.
Patrick was gone.
ChapterTwenty-One
Brea
“Hey there, angel,” Ethan said the moment I blinked open my eyes, I was resting on his chest, and he was stroking my hair away from my face, smiling down at me.
