Rhonda threw her head back in laughter, and we all joined her. I wiped a tear from my eye and tried to catch my breath. My shoulders were tense, and I tried to relax them. Oliver was slumped over, with his eyes glazed over while he stared at his plate. I reached over and squeezed his shoulders. He gave me a sad smile and started eating.
“So, what happens now? Rhett still needs the hex taken off him.” I said. I didn’t want to push them, but we needed answers.
“Pepper, it can’t be a hex. Rhett would be dead; there’s no way he could’ve survived a hex.” Oliver said. Oliver doesn’t know about the ritual, or Astrid’s Grimoire-no-Rhett’s totem. I couldn’t tell Oliver about the ritual for the same reason I couldn’t tell Rhett. It was written in Woman’s Word. And it’s not my information to tell a
