—That’s great…thank Gods you and Dunc are techy—
It’s definitely handy. Me and Dunc are currently focused on Janine Hart.
How to get up close and personal with her.
We pulled up the blueprints of the Hart estate, but fuck, that place was a fortress. The wards are beyond the Conclave standard. She’s woven dark energy into them.
And as of this week, the building site facility is also warded to the same level.
Even Theo hasn’t been able to break through.
Since Janine visited Wes, she’s been either at home or at the facility. And when she travels between the two, it’s in an armored vehicle, spelled with the same wards.
The Conclave is on high-alert after the destruction of the Windward compound.
—The engagement blessing is definitely our best bet—
The social event of the season.
We just need a way for Theo to physically touch Janine.
This plan can’t fail.
There is only one week until the Conclave takes Theo.
???
Theo is killing me tonight.
“Yes, Wilson?” Professor Gimble sighs as Sparkles raises her hand in the air again.
“Like, I don’t get it. Why can’t I do these spells?”
“Because youdon’thave an ignited spark, Wilson. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Ooh, right. But, like, seriously, if Maximus hit Cosmo with the repulsion spell, would he be like, super-duper affected or whatever? Because that would be, like, low-key awesome."
“Again, no. Mr. Drakeward and Mr. de Vaux have been through the ascension, which means even these advanced spells will not work against them.”
“But they’d work against you, professor?”
Gimble turns a shade of purple. “Enough!”
—Stop playing with her, Theodora…she’s dangerous—
Cosmo is outwardly calm, but I can sense his anger. His worry.
—She’s a big girl, Cos, leave her be—
Cosmo Drakeward does not like that.—Leave her be? What kind of fucking moron are you?—He glares at me.
Whatever.
—Gimble has my father’s ear, she studied dark magic casting for over a decade, and she’s a vindictive cunt…plus Theodora’s behavior is under a microscope. One slip and she’ll be taken…again. Like the last time you lost her—
My hellhound growls, and I do my best to stifle the sound.
I do not need the reminder that I’ve already failed Sparkles.
