To be sure, I unrolled the scroll to check its contents. It was the real deal. Becky stopped the car. “Cass, have you been pranking me, or did our little begging session work?” “It wasn’t in my purse before. Desmond must have put it in here,” I replied. The scroll felt unreal in my hands. Why would he give it back if he were guilty of being an imposter? There was more mystery surrounding Desmond than my aunt. At least I knew she was evil, whereas my incubus’ motives remained ...