The old woman tilted her head slightly.
"I asked if you want something else," she repeated with a frown.
Emily stepped forward immediately.
"No. We're done here," she said firmly, grabbing Lyvana's arm. "Let's go."
They left the shop, crossing the street quickly to head back to the parked car. Marco was already holding the door open for them.
"That woman is crazy," Emily said the second she climbed inside, fastening her seatbelt with a sharp tug. "Completely crazy."
Lyvana just smiled, carefully placing the black candle and the silver vial onto her lap. "Probably."
Emily glanced at her. "I hope her weird potion works."
Lyvana only smiled, but inside, she wasn't laughing.
The old woman's words kept replaying in her mind.
You've seen death.
The way she had said it, hadn't seemed fake.
Lyvana looked down at the silver liquid resting in her hand.
