“Do me a favor and get my grimoire from the table over there, Kalyssa." In her suite, Daphne quickly took candles from the shelf and placed them on the table, along with a ceramic bowl.
I nodded, setting her grimoire gingerly on the table.
“Now, take the hair out of his hairbrush." She started lighting the candles.
I did as she asked and soon had a few strands of his hair. “What do I do with them?"
“Set them in the bowl." She nodded toward the center of the table and paged quickly through her grimoire.
“Does every witch have a grimoire?" I asked, watching.
Daphne nodded. “Every witch worth her salt." She tilted her head to the side. “I'll get you a grimoire, and you can start your own. Of course, the one I gave you belongs to your people. But that doesn't mean you can't have one of
