Ivy Wolfe Janice Griffith -

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

“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.” ivy wolfe janice griffith

The shadows in the corner weren’t shadows. They were moving toward them, shapeless and hungry. Ivy hesitated one second—then ran

They reached the pendant’s alcove. It pulsed faintly under glass, green and wrong. green and wrong. In the dark

In the dark, breathing hard, Janice took the pendant from Ivy’s trembling hand.

“You’re alive,” Ivy breathed.