As I focused on these memories, the shape of a doorway began to appear, but the moment I tried to home in on it, a dark cloud descended on it. It was like I’d just driven into a fog bank, but nothing made the mist disperse. I scowled and retreated when I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere.
Am I too angry to focus, or is that her blocking me?
I couldn’t say, but I wouldn’t know for sure until I calmed down some. I’d practice, and Val would have something to say about it, too. But for now, I needed space.
Leaving the Handmaiden grimoire tucked beneath a pillow in the master bedroom, I walked down the hall to Abi’s room, knocking once on the door before letting myself in. She was sprawled comfortably on the bed, cell phone in hand as a recording played, before she rolled onto her side and
