I stood, went to the stainless steel island in the center of the kitchen, and propped the book up. “Sure. I’ve got everything but the mouse hair.” My eyebrows rose. “Do you think I could have one of your owl’s pellets? I need to strain the milk past some fur.”

Ivy tossed her wave of black hair over her shoulder, her thin eyebrows high. “Sure. I’ll get you one.” Shaking her head, she closed the site she was looking at and rose with a stretch tall enough to show her bare midriff. I blinked at the red jewel piercing her belly button, then looked away. “I need to let them out anyway,” she said as she collapsed in on herself.

“Thanks.” I turned back to my recipe, going over exactly what I needed and gathering it on the kitchen island. By the time Ivy padded down from the belfry, everything was measured and waiting. All that was left was the stirring.

“It’s all yours,” she said, setting a pellet on the counter and going to wash her hands.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I took a fork and teased the felt mass apart, pulling three hairs from among the tiny bones. I made a face, reminding myself that it hadn’t gone all the way through the owl, just been regurgitated.

Grabbing a fistful of salt, I turned to her. “I’m going to make a salt circle. Don’t try to cross it, okay?” She stared, and I added, “It’s a potentially dangerous spell. I don’t want anything to get into the pot by accident. You can stay in the kitchen, just don’t cross the circle.”

Looking unsure, she nodded. “Okay.”

I kind of liked seeing her off balance, and I made the circle bigger than usual, enclosing the entirety of the center island with all my paraphernalia. Ivy levered herself up to sit on a corner of the counter. Her eyes were wide with curiosity. If I was going to do this a lot, I might want to blow off the security deposit and etch a groove in the linoleum. What good is a security deposit if you’re dead from a misaligned spell?

My heart beat fast. It had been a while since I’d closed a circle, and Ivy watching made me nervous. “All right, then …” I murmured. I took a slow breath, willing my mind to empty and my eyes to close. Slowly, my second sight wavered into focus.

I didn’t do this often, as it was confusing as all get-out. A wind that wasn’t from this side of reality lifted the lighter strands of my hair. My nose wrinkled at the smell of burnt amber. Immediately I felt like I was outside as the surrounding walls vanished to silvery hints. Ivy, even more transitory than the church, was gone. Only the landscape and plants remained, their outlines quavering with the same reddish glow that thickened the air. It was as if I stood in the same spot before mankind found it. My skin crawled when I realized the gravestones existed in both worlds, as white and solid looking as the moon would be if it were up.