Then she was gone—like morning fog burning off.
"I'm not real," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to feel like I am. And that's the cruel part." She smiled, bittersweet. "Tomorrow morning, the spell ends. I'll vanish. And you'll be left knowing exactly what you wished for—and that it was never going to last."
That was the problem.
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Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Nora—summoned less than twelve hours ago from a dusty spell book and a questionable amount of belief—was real. Her hair caught the morning light like honey in a jar. She hummed something that wasn't a real song but felt like one I'd forgotten. spells r us dream girl part 2
"You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said, not turning around. "You pretend you don't, but you do."
By 3 p.m., I tried to call Marcus. Voicemail. Then she was gone—like morning fog burning off
Marcus came home at noon with a hangdog look and a box of donuts. "Dude. About that spell—"
No strings. Right.
"It's fine," I said.
She glanced over her shoulder, smiled. "Because you wished for someone who knows you, Leo. Not just someone pretty." She slid a pancake onto a plate. "The spell gave you what you asked for." And that's the cruel part