While Darby nosed the microscopic print in her book, Cal and I stepped back into the kitchen, him to the refrigerator, me to the window above the sink.

What was Leigh doing right then? Had the Sorceresses come to the graveyard yet? Was Leigh winning the battle? I hoped so. Goddesses, I hoped so. But not knowing was the absolute worst.

Darkness took the final slice of sunlight, and I squeezed my eyes shut to will it back again. I tapped my fingers on the edge of the ...