I stare at the letter in shock. A physical manifestation of her dark powers might have been preferable to the verbal manifestation her elaborate handwriting contained. I simply cannot believe her nerve, although I suppose it shouldn t surprise me, knowing Grandmother. And she probably expects that the necklace has started working, since she has not received any complaints from the Berkeleys, at least, not to my knowledge. Dmitri would have told me, I m sure....
Dmitri takes the letter from my hand and reads it quickly, his temperature rising in anger with every line. I have to snatch it from his hands to keep it from bursting into flame. The singed edges release a faint trail of smoke towards the ceiling. Something about his fire triggers a reaction in the parchment. The whole page turns black and flies out of my hand to hover in midair in front of me. It crackles loudly for a few seconds.
SNAP!