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“If it’s cursed, it follows the holder.” Janice slipped the chain over her own head. The shadows above them paused. Turned. Slithered toward her instead.

Ivy, sleek in emerald velvet with a razor-sharp bob, smirked. “You never like any of them, Griffith. That’s why I bring you.” 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.” “If it’s cursed, it follows the holder