I never went back to bed. I spent the rest of the morning analyzing the ritual and making sure it would work. I copied the instructions, but I wouldn’t need them. I knew them by heart. Everything I needed was set in a neat pile on the kitchen table.
Rhett stayed away from House all day, working in his office. The only time I saw him was when he came by for lunch. He’d set up a meeting with Ansel, and they worked out the logistics of us getting to the shed. I’d told Rhett the time I’d need to be there, and what I needed for the ritual. Rhett relayed the information and set everything up with Ansel.
Knots formed in my gut as it grew closer to when I had to leave. Will it work? What if it doesn’t? But my nerves were nothing in comparison to my excitement. It would be the first time I got to
