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is addictive. Once you cast, it becomes part of you. You will never be able to rid yourself of it, but if you are lucky, you can push it down and bury it within. Each time you cast it grows and spreads through you. I don’t know where that threshold is when it is too late to go back. For some, it may be only once, while others might be able to cast twenty spells without blackening their soul.” She handed me the book with shaking hands. “I cannot touch this book without its protective covering ever again. It calls to me, and has been calling for many years.”
    “When you cursed me, was that the first time you used it?”
    “The first and only. Its power has beckoned to me ever since.” I started unwrapping it, but she stopped me. “One last thing—only read the spell you use.”
    “Why?”
    “Even reading the words silently without the ritual will feed the magic and help it grow. Use extreme caution, dear. Treat this as you would a ticking bomb.”
    My fingers went back to the rope and Gram licked her lips, still focused on the book. I hesitated. “Should I do this somewhere else? I don’t want to tempt you.”
    She nodded, tearing her eyes away from the book on my lap. “That might be for the best.”
    In my entire human life, I’d never seen anything affect my grandma quite like this—that scared me more than her warnings. I chewed on my bottom lip. If this stained my soul in some way, would it hurt the baby, too? Also, was this something I should wait to do until Cheney and I stepped down? The last thing we needed was for me to be evil and in power. Obviously, I had to do it before the wedding—
    “There’s more you haven’t told me, isn’t there, child?”
    I half snorted and half laughed, pulling back from my thoughts. “There’s always more. One thing never goes wrong at a time.”
    She looked at me inquisitively.
    I considered my words carefully, not sure how much I wanted to reveal. There was little doubt in my mind that we would eventually mend our relationship and perhaps have a stronger one than we ever had before, but as much as I wanted to be, I wasn’t quite there. “If I’m bonded to someone or carry another life with me, how would this work? Would my casting hurt them, too?”
    “You are worried for Cheney? You haven’t renewed the bond yet, have you?”
    “No. But he is pushing for as soon as possible. Also, I’m worried about what would happen if I go full-on Darth Vader while I am still queen of the fae.”
    She turned to the shelf behind her and rifled through a few books before she found what she was looking for. “A magical bond connects life forces. They can extend or shorten lives and they tie two lives together in such a way not to be broken by death. When one dies, so will the other, but the bond won’t end there. It will keep manifesting in each new life. The souls will always find their way back to one another. A magical replication of soul mates—some believe that all soul mates start with a similar bond in a past life, but it is debatable. In some instances the bond may manifest itself as shared emotions, physical pain, and occasionally a telepathic link, but those instances are rare. I don’t see anything that would make me believe that an injury to your soul would harm the other’s. You were bonded with Cheney before. Did you share any of that with him?”
    “I couldn’t hear his thoughts or anything. I just felt pain when we weren’t together.” I mulled over what she said. “So if I bond with him, then his life will always be tied to mine, even in the next life?”
    She reread the passage to herself. “This isn’t an exact science. It is hard to study multiple lives. What it is proposing is that forming a magical bond in one life will create a soul mate in the next. But who knows if that is true. There are people of the opposite camp who think that once you both die then that’s it.”
    “I’ve seen the underworld. I am not sure I can believe in