“It’s just a little, wee, itty bitty, tiny piece of my soul. It’s no big deal,” Max said.
I gasped, shock coursing through me. “What?”
Max looked at me and smiled. “A hex can’t exist on its own. It has to be attached to something, right? So I put just an itsy bitsy, teeny tiny piece of my soul into a spell bottle as a lure, and it goes in there, and you’re free. Ta da!”
“No,” I said fast, shaking my head. “No, no, no. I won’t let you do that. That’s crazy! I can endurea little longer. I can. If that’s what we have to do to track this guy, then—”
Max whipped a small bottle out of his pocket. “It’s already done. It just needs the hex.”
“Fucking hell, Max!” Wes bellowed.
Jester gave a low whistle. “You Dreswicks is all crazy.”
“No point in arguing now,” Max said. “So let’s just do this thing.”