Chapter Eight
Summer rolled to her side so she wasn’t looking into the hole anymore. “You go after him. You’ve got the bottles of magic. I’ll give you the crystal so you can finish filling them.” She wriggled around until she was able to take the crystal from her pocket. It hummed in her hand. “I think there’s something wrong with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s still humming.” She frowned. She should have felt the crystal through the material of her clothes if it had kept humming. “Or it started up again.”
“Drop it down to me.”
She put her hand through the hole, keeping her gaze on the slime above her. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
She let go.
“Are you sure it was humming?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
There was a lengthy silence before Grayson spoke. “I’ve tied one of the bottles and the crystal in
