“Like what?” Vasyl asked.
“I don't know. I couldn't read anything from it at all, come to think of it.” I frowned down at the brandy in my hands, noticing they weren't trembling anymore.
Vasyl looked briefly up at Cho, then back at me. “Obviously the earring was embedded with a spell, but it would have needed to be invoked. How was that done?”
“They invoked it while I was on the phone. She had me go and dig it out. Gave me a lame excuse about making sure it had the same number of amber beads on it, or something. Anyway, it worked to get me wherever they were.” I sipped on the brandy. “I think they were draining me of my powers.”
“It's very possible,” Cho said. “Witches who are power-hungry will always try and find ways to gain more magic. Sometimes they find special people from which t
