My gaze drifted to the window, black with night and acting like a mirror. Seeing my reflection, I adjusted the collar of my little red jacket. It went great with the black STAFF shirt from Takata’s last concert. Thanks to my last pain amulet, nothing hurt, but looking at my slumped stance, I decided I didn’t look tired, I looked sick. My gut clenched when I realized I looked like a vampire’s shadow, well-dressed, thin, sophisticated—and ill.

Pulse hammering, I turned away. No more Brimstone, I thought. Ever. There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs. But I wasn’t sure I could believe it anymore as I stood in a charm shop buying materials to twist a black curse. Just this once, I thought. Just this once, and never again.

Phone still tucked to my ear, I set the fixative down. I would have hung up and called her back later, but I was enjoying hearing the sounds of normalcy, soft and distant, five hundred miles away. It seemed farther. Relaxing, I reached for an elaborately inlaid wooden box. It was beautiful, and curiosity and a love for fine workmanship prompted me to open it to find it held magnetic chalk. It was ungodly expensive, and its presence solidified that there was a population of practicing ley line witches nearby.

I abruptly realized the proprietor was watching me over her coffee mug, and I intentionally kept fiddling with the chalk, inspecting the seals as if I was considering buying it. I hated it when they watched me as though I might steal something. Like the illegal hex above the door that would give you zits wasn’t enough of a deterrent?

Technically a black spell, I mused. So why didn’t I turn her in?

“Magnetic chalk?” Ivy said from my elbow, and I jumped, almost dropping the phone between my ear and my shoulder.

“I don’t need it,” I said, trying to cover my surprise. “Especially in a box like that. Salt works just as well, and you only have to vacuum when you’re done.”

Reluctantly I let my fingers slip from the beautifully crafted container. It was dovetailed, the only metal on it the hinges, latch, and reinforced corners of black gold. Once the chalk was gone, it would make an excellent place to store anything that needed extra precautions. It was the nicest thing in the shop, in my opinion.

My eyebrows rose at the package of herbs in the basket that I hadn’t put there. “Is that catnip?” I asked, seeing the cellophane printed with little black footprints.

“I thought Rex might leave Jax alone if she had something else to do.” Brown eyes showing embarrassment, she dropped a step away. “You okay? Do you want to sit down?”