into the ether. “I figured that maybe if I wrote it down, that would make it
true. Kind of like a spell. Of course, that’s just wishful thinking.”
She tightened her jaw and looked me in my eyes. “Savy…you understand
how magic works better than you think you do.”
I glanced back at the words. Silver sparks flickered to life in the etching,
and soon, all the letters were shining with an ominous black light.
Oh, shit, what did I just do?
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Savannah
Jaxson was waiting when I emerged from the bathroom.
“Ready?” he asked. Clearly, he’d been waiting for a while.
“Absolutely. Let’s go on a witch hunt,” I said, mustering as much
confidence as I could.
I didn’t tell him about the glowing black words. Sam had agreed to take
care of the stall door, even if she had to take it off its hinges, as we didn’t
want any werewolves spooked away from the gym because of random
glowing magical death threats in the women’s bathroom.
But that was only one of my problems. Getting to Magic’s Bend required
another portal journey, and my stomach suggested returning to the bathroom
and voiding its contents at the thought.
“You’ll get used to it,” Jaxson grumbled as I continued to complain.
It was, as I’d feared, horrendous—spinning and tumbling and a mass of
gray, and then suddenly, we were standing in the middle of a museum. After
a valiant show of restraint, and with only a slight sprint for the doors, I threw
up in the bushes outside.
Thankfully, the rest of our journey was by taxi. Never had I so
appreciated having four wheels beneath me.
We passed through a charming little town that made me long for home
and my godmother, and then headed down a winding road through the forest.
At last, our taxi pulled up opposite an isolated two-story cottage that looked