“Not in town, no. But Ms. Cross may know of someone. She works at the Order, and they have access to all varieties of magic.”
“Nevaeh Cross?” Seraphia asked.
“The same.”
“I’ve heard of her. Reportedly an excellent scholar.” Seraphia’s face was wan. “Did she find a copy of the book?”
“She did.”
“Thank fates.” Seraphia’s eyes brightened at the news. “I’m dying to know what history has been hidden.”
“We’ll find it.” I turned back to Grey. “If there’s someone at the Order who can help with Mac and Seraphia’s condition, what will they need?”
“A hair from each of them will do.” Eve’s voice sounded from behind Grey. “Sorry. I was eavesdropping.”
He moved aside to let her pass, and she slipped into the room. The raven followed her, its eyes as black as her dress. Her peasant-style skirt flowed around her ankles, glittering with black beads.
She handed me a bag. “Potion bombs. Your familiar let me know you were headed out on a job.”
“Thank you.” I took it gratefully and added it to the messenger bag with the book.
“There are scissors in the kitchen drawer,” Mac said. “By the sink.”
While Eve gave Seraphia and Mac more of the potions she’d concocted, I retrieved the scissors. Quickly, Mac and Seraphia each removed a tiny lock of hair.
“I hope that works,” Eve said, “because I still haven’t figured out what’s in the curse. I’m going to the Sorcerers’ G
uild and Witches’ Guild today to see if anyone there can help.”
“Let me know if you find anything, and I’ll do likewise.” I gave Mac and Seraphia worried glances. “Take it easy today, okay?”
Mac saluted. “Cartoons and ice cream, no problem.”
Despite the worry that still tugged at me, I laughed.
Grey and I left, and he led me toward the city gate I used most often.
“Are we headed to the Haunted Hound?” I asked.
“Yes. They have a portal that leads to Magic Side.”
As I walked beside him, I couldn’t help but remember the dream that had been so terrible.
“Are you all right?” he asked, noticing my silence.
“I’m fine.”
We reached the pub a few minutes later, arriving at the back of the establishment.
“This way.” Grey headed down the dark hallway to the main part of the pub. “The portal is in the other side of the building.”
We passed in front of the bar, and I gave Quinn a wave.
“You all right?” he asked. “How are Mac and Seraphia?”
“I’m fine. They’re not. We’re headed to Chicago to find a cure.”
“Good luck. Keep me updated.”