An innocent evening turns into a memory that will haunt Ather for the rest of his days.
“It’s not witchcraft or evil in our blood, Ather. Just bad luck.”
“It will take an exquisite arrogance,” she said. “A numbing euphoria. They will bind your hands and ankles with silk.”
They were kept in chests in dark corners. They were guarded. Watched over. Some, by angels. Others, demons.