Chapter Sixty-EightWhatever the moon shift and path alignment had been, it was nothing good. Frizz didn't know if Vincent was behind the stone, or if there was a secret passage to the other side. The pull of the bracelet was gone, no matter how many times I rubbed my blood on it. Whether it was the effect of the realignment or something else, the bracelet had turned into a useless bloody bobble. Frustrated, I marched to my cave on the opposite side of the lair, knowing I couldn't afford to lose time, I couldn't afford to be wrong. I should have asked Diggy more about the bracelet, how accurate it was, if it would expire on its own. I took the old, forgotten passageways, small and cramped and smelling of dust. No torches illuminated the walls here, no candle lights came from branching passa
