Twenty-fifth birthday. That’s when her parents had said she could open this little black box. Granted, she had been on her own for far longer, but she had never had any real reason to open it. She was more than certain the thing contained information on how to handle the magical curse that she had been born with, since her parents weren’t going to be around forever, and she needed to figure out how to handle it herself. It was really a sign of being a full adult-and with a boyfriend, and a se...