Ophelia
“Ready?” I asked Luke.
“I’m ready to get her out of here,” He replied grumpily.
We were in Julius’s office, a room I’d never been in before. It’s decorated elegantly with a big wooden desk, three massive shelves full of books, a thin laptop sitting on the desk beside a fancy-looking lamp. There was also a smaller wooden desk that Nathan had worked on; his laptop still sat there.
“So, what’s the plan?” Luke asked, turning away from Nathan’s desk.
“Julius brings her in,” I said. “We sit down and I do my thing. Once it is complete, I will put her into a trance, and then we need to get her back to her house so she can wake up.”
“And you’re positive that this will work?” He asked.
“Well, it’s been a while, I suppose,” I said. “But I’ve never had it fail either. Do you doubt me
