Tenn pursed his lips. “My gut tells me we might want feathers from more than one angel. But your stepmother should be with her and should be able to clarify that for us. I’m thinking we need feathers from as many of them as we can get.”

“Right. I left my phone on Bettina’s bed, so I’ll just run down and give Mum a call.” Jackson hurried to the stairs, then paused. “I can ask Myrtle to ask her soulmate and his sister if they can spare a feather or two.”

Royce snapped his fingers, making us all look to where he stood a few feet away. He pointed over his shoulder, then patted his own chest while signing, ‘h-o-l-y-d-i-r-t.’

Tenn nodded. “You’ll get the holy dirt from Holy Ground out back? Good call, Royce. Go ‘head.”

“What’s that leave us with?” I took the cheat sheet back. “A holy weapon and holy sand.”

“I don’t suppose we have holy sand out back?”

Tenn shook his head.

Tim scratched the back of his head. “You don’t think they want my sword back, do you?”

“No.” Tenn narrowed his eyes on the ground. “That was a gift from Michael. He wanted you to have it.”

“But not all weapons are swords and daggers, or even made of metal⁠—”

“Wood.” Tenn’s eyes widened on the floor, then he dropped down and scooped up a handful of the broken pieces of the puzzle pig. With his other hand, he pulled his pale-blue pendulum out of his pocket, holding it by the end of the chain so it dangled. “George, does the wood of this puzzle pig count as the holy weapon we need for the potions?”

I knew how pendulums were supposed to work at this point, but I was clueless on which motion meant yes or no. However, the way the others cheered, I knew George had said yes.

“Thanks, George.” Tenn shoved his pendulum back in his pocket, then dove down to scoop up the other pieces of wood. “Lenny, want these?”

“Gimme, gimme, gimme.” She scurried over with a silver tray that she held out for him to put all the pieces on. With an excited grin, she bounced on her toes. “Mona, have any tricks for turning this wood into dust for us?”

“Yes, yes I do.” She hurried for the stairs. “Come with me.”

Tim looked to me and Tenn. “And then there was one.”

Tenn scowled. “Holy sand. Where do we find that one?”

For a moment we were all silent as we racked our brains for an answer.

It was Savannah who looked up at me with narrowed blue eyes. “Ask your rune stones to lead you to holy sand?”

Tenn dove for his pendulum again. “George, can Frankie’s rune stones guide us to holy sand?”

It swung in the same way it had before.