“I’m going to call Miranda and give her the list.”
“Tell her to consult with Eve.”
My friend sold certain magical ingredients. The least I could do was try to push a little business her way. She’d already done the same for me.
He nodded.
I moved to the side of the room, closer to the window so that I could have some privacy for my call. I dialed Eve, waiting impatiently as the phone rang.
Finally, she picked up.
“How are they doing?” I asked.
“Stable, but only because of the potion I’ve brewed. It won’t last forever, though.” She sounded worried. “Have you found out the nature of their curse?”
“The Curse Diviner said they weren’t cursed at all.”
“What? Impossible.”
“Not according to her.”
“Then what’s wrong with them?”
“She didn't know. She thinks it may be related to the curse on the city wall, so if we break that, it may help them.”
“But how? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I’ve no idea, but it’s the only lead I have.”
“Damn it.” Eve’s voice trailed off. “I don’t know how to fix them. Or how much longer they’ve got.”
“Let’s follow the advice of the Curse Diviner,” I said. “And I can have Grey send you a healer for Mac and Seraphia.”
“That might help, thanks.”
I nodded, spotting Miranda’s reflection in the window. She’d arrived to take the list of ingredients from Grey. “And Eve? Miranda may be stopping by to get some things to help us break the curse on the wall. We can attempt to cast the spell tomorrow near midnight.”
“All right. I’ll be on the lookout.”
We hung up, and I turned to Grey and Miranda. “Can you send the healer to Eve’s place? Maybe he can help Mac and Seraphia.”
Grey nodded. “Of course.” He turned to Miranda. “See that it is done.”
She nodded and raised the list. “I’ll let you know how I get on with these. Dinner should be here any moment.”
“Thank you.” Grey held the door for her, and she disappeared silently from the room. He looked at me. “You’re worried for your friends.”
“Of course.”
“We’ll find a way to fix them, I swear it.”
We couldn’t even find a way to fix us, but I didn’t say it.
A knock sounded a moment later. When Grey answered it, a man stood in the door with a pizza in hand.
Grey accepted the box from the man and shut the door.
“Pizza?” I asked.