Page 75 of The Moonlit Woods (The Shifting Fae 1)

Her smiled widened. “It could. If we knew the ritual to perform, yes.”

“But we don’t. Who does?”

“I bet you the magi do,” Calvin said in between bites. He found a loaf of bread and bit into it. “Either of you know how to contact them?”

Enola placed a hand on my arm. “We don’t need to. They’ll be here to watch the crone and make sure the creature sacrifices Rosalie.”

“Then we wait,” I said, the hope I dared to believe in taking fruit inside my heart. “We make our move during the ritual tomorrow.”

“Great, now who else needs a drink?” Calvin held up the decanter and I grabbed a mug off the table.

“Pour.”