Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Honeysuckle House, Now
Honeysuckle House felt the weight of each blow of sledgehammer on plaster.
Could a house wince, it would’ve. It had wanted more than anything to stop the sisters from fighting, to enclose all their anger and fear in honeysuckle the way it had protected them when they were children.
To wrap them in the soft warmth of a fall fire or a hot cup of tea.
Instead, it had been helpless to intervene. Its magic was out of control, and every ounce of the house’s strength was focused on keeping anyone else from getting hurt.
As Evie tore down the wall the house had so carefully erected thirteen years ago, it tried to hold itself together, to keep her from causing any more damage beyond what Clara’s spell had done. It wanted her out of that room and far away from what her mother had left behind.