Chapter Thirteen
It was only nine o’clock when we got back to the resort. Willow was pacing in the dining room when we walked in.
“How in the goddess’s good name did you sprain your ankle?” Willow’s hands twisted the tree of life charm necklace she wore. “This vortex is sucking away my connection to my spirit guides. I need to get back to the forest and my stones. They should have warned me.”
“The spirits probably forgot that I was such a klutz.” I patted Willow on her shoulder. “I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. I finally get to relax and read a book by the pool. Maybe my sister will be nice enough to run upstairs to my room and get my paperback so I can.”
“I guess it won’t kill me to help you out,” Juliet sighed and did a dramatic dragging of her feet as she made her way up the
