I hold the ancient spell book against my chest as I walk toward Maeve's little cottage. I need to figure out where this book is from, and I need to figure it out soon. I can't risk Lila or anyone's life for this anymore.
Excitement fills me as I near the wooden door, my fingers brushing the aged iron knocker. I knock softly so she isn't alarmed by my intrusion.
"Come in, Emma," a voice calls out. Of course she knows I am coming somehow.
I enter the cozy front room, scanning the shelves lined with leather-bound books and jars of dried herbs. Maeve sits in an armchair by the fire, regarding me with a gentle smile.
"Hello, Emma. I've been expecting you."
"You were?" I ask, still shocked.
"Yes. What can I do for you?" she asks.
I guess she won't tell me how the heck she knows me in this
