In the hall I found my favorite person, Imogene, looking through my locker. Half its contents littered the hallway.
I lunged over to her. “What the hell is your problem?”
“You go through my stuff. I go through yours.” Imogene flicked one of my textbooks down the hall.
Okay. She had a point, but the girl was making a mess. “Can I help you find something?”
“Sure, bruja.” The metal clanged as she slammed it closed. “Where’s the gris-gris?”
“The what?” I didn’t need this. Not from her. Not when my wolf was so close to the surface.
“You know—the voodoo charm. The spell. Whatever the f**k it is that you did to him.” Imogene took a step toward me and crossed her arms. “I want it. Like yesterday.”
Was she serious? “I don’t have whatever it is that you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything
