Ivy Wolfe Janice Griffith ~upd~ -

They reached the pendant’s alcove. It pulsed faintly under glass, green and wrong.

“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

“Ivy…” Janice pointed.

Trust, for instance. And a very good grandmother. They reached the pendant’s alcove