CHAPTER 52 Binding Spells and Potions

Maverick

As I stepped out of my car, the chill of pre-dawn bit through my suit. I reached into my pants pocket, fingers brushing the cool glass of the vial tucked inside. Still there. Still warm with the residue of Agatha’s magic. We spent all day concocting the potion. Failure wasn’t an option.

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