Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Honeysuckle House, Now
Black-shuttered windows stared out over the lawn, and though the family had gone, the bulbs still flickered on and off, on and off.
At first, the lights had been a warning, a way to get the witches out, but now, it couldn’t seem to stop, as if all the magic that had brought the house to life couldn’t be contained within its walls.
It had been coming out in bursts. Not the first fire—that had been a magic beyond the power pumping through the pipes like a beating heart. The beam, too, had been out of the house’s control.
But the fire the night before? That should never have happened.
The house had been so overjoyed for one final dinner with its family.
After Florence had come—even if it did end with a fight between the sisters—Honeysuckle House knew it could finally rest, its work complete and the family free.
It hadn’t expected them to risk a dinner, and it should’ve warned them away.
But it only had precious few moments left, and it wasn’t prepared to waste them.
That had been its mistake.
It couldn’t risk hurting the people it loved the most ever again.