Melissa peeled back her comforter and slid underneath the cool sheets. “What’s stopping me from showing up at her office tomorrow morning and reading the spell? You know? Like guerilla warfare or a surprise telegram. Why do I need to get close to her?”
Anya reached into her robe and removed the maroon-bound book adorned with the shining eye situated inside the golden pyramid and flipped toward the end of the entries. “And I quote.”
“Good night, Mel!” her mother called out as she passed Melissa’s closed door.
“Good night, Mom!”
Anya cleared her throat. “An ally shall be the sole infiltrator of the shroud protecting the Chosen One, unless said Chosen One holds voluntary possession of this Mushroom Cult Book.” Anya glanced over the top binding of the book at Melissa. “How would you interp
