Beautiful Chaos (Caster Chronicles 3)

We were both going to die. It seemed like we should be together when it happened.

I pulled out the old Coke bottle Amma had left sitting on the kitchen table earlier. If a whole bottle tree could catch a whole lot of lost souls, maybe one Coke bottle could hold on to mine.

I’ve been waiting.

I saw his face change.

His eyes widen.

He lunged at me.

I wouldn’t let go.

We stared into each other’s eyes and clawed at

each other’s throats.

As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing...

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Nineteen Moons—