CHAPTER TWELVE
Drawing a magic circle just isn’t the same when you’re under a blank check and poisoned with aconite.
CeCe had to hold on to me as we walked down the narrow stairwell into my basement. I probably would have fallen down the steps. The edges of my vision were just a little too blurry and I was just a little too unsteady.
CeCe smelled like lake water, floral perfume, wildflowers, and rot. Normally, I wouldn’t have minded, but tonight, she was going to make me lose my lunch. Yet she was the only thing keeping me from falling down and busting my head open. I guess I had to take my help any way I could get it.
I sat on the bottom step and watched like an invalid as Bo fetched birthday candles, string, and chalk from my cabinet and drew a magic circle and pentagram in the middl
