Vix sat rigid in her seat, feeling like her body had turned to ice. “Then, they know we’re here?” she whispered.

Mirra leapt upright, as quick as though she had springs in her feet. “We have to leave.” The witch made a beeline toward the nearest wall and began running her hands wildly along it, her arms splayed like the legs of a drunken spider.

Vix watched her in shock. “What are you doing?”

“I know it’s here... somewhere...” Mirra grunted. Her face ...