Sacred Circle

She wept in the middle of the sacred circle. She had done everything she was supposed to do, so why in the hell hadn't it worked? Her spell book laid in scattered scraps across the great room floor of the old mansion. The candles now barely emitting a glow. But Robert was still nowhere to be found. The house was still in ruins. Once more she found herself not only naked and riddled with shame but alone.

 Alone.

How would she find him now? How could she possible get back to him? Back to her own time? She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip the wood from its walls. She wanted to curl up and die because without Robert she was dead anyways. And the one thing she thought would never fail her had, her magic was gone.