Houston can’t contain his laughter as I explain to him what happened.
“This isn’t funny! There is a rank four, possibly rank three lemure on the loose!” I collapse into my chair. “And I really liked those shoes.”
“See, this is why you should have studied enchantment more. You could have pulled a little Jedi Mind trick on him.” Houston waves his hand in front of me. “These are not the shoes you are looking for.”
“You are as bad as my brother.”
Houston does not appreciate the severity of the situation. The grimoire is a fake. A rather high-end fake; but a fake, nonetheless. I had Anastasia, under the pretense of wanting to buy additional books for a Halloween promotion, do a search for the manufacturer. She made surprisingly short work of the assignment, identifying the vendor as an arte
