Together, they walked out of the museum’s service exit into the rain, the cursed jade swinging between them—harmless for one more night, because some things are stronger than magic.
Ivy extended her hand. Janice took it.
The shadows in the corner weren’t shadows. They were moving toward them, shapeless and hungry. ivy wolfe janice griffith
“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.” Together, they walked out of the museum’s service