CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE LOUISA ENDLESS It took us a few days to prepare for the summoning. The house had to be protected from other entities entering it. There was only one person who could do that, a witch. And the only witch I trusted was The First Witch. “Does it really have to be her?” Miklos asked. “I know plenty of witches who would be able to help. They’d be speedier, and more efficient.” “She knows my sister,” I told him tersely, “she knows my family. She’ll make sure that Emma is okay. It has to be her.” Miklos sighed, clearly frustrated, and stormed off from my room. I’d been trying to summon The First Witch for nearly three days now, and she hadn’t answered any of them. Ben stood off to the side, watching me. “Ignore him,” he said, “he’s never been patient. Are you sure