“Now our task is to figure out how to make this sword first,” Timothee said, diving into the book, his eyes flashing as if he was holding back anger.
“But how are we supposed to get vampire blood?” Prily asked quickly. “Aren’t we enemies with them?”
Dave sat down, folding his arms. “Yeah, we've been at odds with them forever.”
“I’ll think of a way to meet a vampire or a Valkyrie,” I said, determined in my voice. “But first, I need to contact Mom.”
Timothee glanced up, eyebrows raised. “Your mom? How can she help?”
“She has connections,” I replied, pulling out my phone. “If anyone knows where to find a vampire or a Valkyrie, it’s her.”
As I stepped outside to make the call, I heard Timothee muttering to himself, frustration evident in his voice. “This is insane. We’re risking everythi
