Ivy Wolfe Janice Griffith ((free)) Online

“Ivy…” Janice pointed.

“Barely. Turns out the curse is real, but it’s allergic to my grandmother’s folk charm.” Janice pulled a small iron talisman from her bodice. “Ma insisted I wear it to every fancy party. Always thought it was superstition.” ivy wolfe janice griffith

Forty minutes later, Ivy circled back through the sewers. She found Janice sitting on a crate, pendant still around her neck, shadows milling confusedly ten feet away like dogs who’d lost a scent. “Ivy…” Janice pointed