Over a year and a half had passed since Jade Godfrey — aka the dowser — fixed my mother's necklace. Since I'd thwarted the vision of the death of love. Since I'd made a deal with a devil and acquired a demigod for a mentor.
I still didn't understand or control my power, my magic, but it had been a great year. A year of rest. A year of love and light.
But now the reprieve was over.
Now it was time to see.
Magic willed it so.