It was that a small, exhausted part of her was already planning what she’d wear to the coffee shop.
She opened the book.
The final entry in the Guide was an address. Not St. Dymphna’s Hollow this time, but a coffee shop across town. A booth in the back. A woman who would know how to remove the thread. The note read: incubus realms guide
“Ridiculous,” she whispered. But she got up and closed her bedroom window. She shut her laptop. She even, after a long hesitation, draped a towel over the full-length mirror on her closet door. It was that a small, exhausted part of
That night, she dreamed.