There was a soft crack, and the light faded away. Celeste groaned, pressing her lips together as she shook her head. “Dammit. There’s something here, but maybe I’m missing something.”
“Are you alright?” I said, sitting up straighter.
“Hmm? Oh, I’m fine. Just annoyed. I can tell, at least, that her foothold is still there, but it’s…dormant. Like my wolf was.”
“Hmm.” I frowned. “Well, that’s something. Don’t go chasing her back.”
“Why?” Celeste said, frowning. “If I can figure out where she is, maybe I can—”
“Because that witch is twisted,” I hissed, “and the last thing I want is for you to get trapped in the inner workings of her sick mind. We will keep working on this, but you’re obviously getting tired. A witch’s supply of magic isn’t limitless.” I shook my head. “Rest. Try again und
