Ivy Wolfe: Janice Griffith

“Barely. Turns out the curse is real, but it’s allergic to my grandmother’s folk charm.” Janice pulled a small iron talisman from her bodice. “Ma insisted I wear it to every fancy party. Always thought it was superstition.”

Trust, for instance. And a very good grandmother. ivy wolfe janice griffith

Together, they walked out of the museum’s service exit into the rain, the cursed jade swinging between them—harmless for one more night, because some things are stronger than magic. “Barely

“What are you doing?”

The shadows in the corner weren’t shadows. They were moving toward them, shapeless and hungry. ivy wolfe janice griffith

Ivy hesitated one second—then ran. Because that was their rule. Never get caught together. One always escapes.