“Eating apples.”
“Where’s Artemis?”
“Outside.”
“Dang. Hiding?”
“No. He went to pick pumpkins. He said he’d be right back.”
I hoped that was true. “If we hurry, maybe we can join him.” Pumpkin picking with Artemis sounded like fun.
“Sure. You should move your hand,” Pansy said again.
I still left it there. “Do you know if your magick will work with the spells in this book?”
“Yes. It will.”
I had the book. I had the magick. Why wasn’t I more excited?
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I finally moved my hand. “No.” I put it right back, on top this time. “I can’t.” Maybe there was enough decency in me to make me a good demon. “Stealing Artemis’s book is wrong.” Not only was I close to being a jerk, I was aiding in the delinquency of others, which went against my unofficial teacher’s oath, one
