Chapter 365

I portalled back to the playground in Holland. It was night here and all was quiet and still.

"Sienna?" I warily studied my surroundings because this had to be a trap.

"No." Mohawk Witch stepped out of the shadows. Her spikes were green now and she was wearing cargo pants and a ripped sweater. She had freckles across the bridge of her nose. "I'm Miriam."

Tell me your name, establish rapport. Nice try, but I don't trust you. "What do you want?"

She touched the Star of David around her neck. "I guess I'm having a crisis of faith." She motioned to a park bench. "Can we sit and talk?"

The bench was cold under my cut-offs. I wished I'd grabbed a sweater.

"Is it true about the wards and our dark magic?" she said.

"Yes. You have to give it up. Crisis solved." Something moved in the shadows to my left and I tensed, but it was just a mouse darting across the grass.