It was for this reason that I snuck my way into the spell room in the wee hours of the morning once again.
I’d stumbled across a promising spell book this afternoon but had fled the room after I heard a noise at the top of the stairs. I didn’t want to tell anyone what I’d found until I was certain.
Situating myself on the bench, I held my candle carefully over the yellowed page, reading the words as I smiled wide.
There were other spells that could reopen the portal. Perhaps Arran could find his way to Blaire after all.