Oh, right, I didn’t answer that question. I scrubbed my face with my hands and exhaled. Then I looked up at her and nodded. “Yes, I got what I needed. Thanks to your arrival and assistance. Thank you.”

The Hermit Card translated for me. The rest of The Coven smiled and nodded, seeming pleased with themselves.

“I hope I did not cause problems with Sweyn for you. She may retaliate for this.”

The Hermit translated again.

Cyrus shook his head and smiled. “We have been waiting to have physical proof to justify our trip here. You gave us that by saving the human. She is fine, by the way, and will not remember any of this. Nor will the other humans we rescued tonight. It is well documented that Sweyn needs a visit from the Coven every decade to remind her who is in charge here and who is not to be trifled with. You have done us, and our world, a great service.”

I grinned and nodded, pressing my hands to my chest so they all understood how I felt.

Elizabeth winked and wrapped her fingers around her locket. “Coven, excellent work tonight. Please load onto your dragon and get home.”

They turned and walked straight to their dragons and then jumped. The dragons caught them, then shot into the sky, disappearing into the dark.

“Hiram?”

I jumped and spun around. Apparently they hadn’t all left. Cyrus, Elizabeth, Lavinia, the four Irit girls, and their Tower all stood there watching me. The High Priestess gestured toward me and nodded. Hiram, the Tower, walked up to me, then reached into his coat and pulled out a vial. He handed it to me with only a nod, then reclaimed his spot with the others. I uncapped the vial and sniffed it. It smelled like lavender and jasmine. Here goes nothing. I tossed it back, letting the sweet flavor slide down my throat.

Someone gasped. When I turned, one of the teenage Irit girls was pointing at me. “Mother, her hair.”

The Empress chuckled. She wrapped her arm around the Moon’s shoulder. “Come, Keziah. We will discuss when we return home.” They turned and headed for the dragons.

The High Priestess smiled at me. “Selah. Hiram. Excellent work. Let us seek warmth.”

Then there was just Elizabeth, Lavinia, and Cyrus. And me.

Wait. My hair. She’d said HER HAIR. I frowned and looked down and gasped. I was me again. My skin was tan again and my hair was shorter and bright-pink. I looked up and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Oh, she does speak English. Isn’t that neat?” Elizabeth grinned and walked over to stop right in front of me. “Are you well? Did our tricks harm you?”

“No, no. I’m great. Thank you so much for your help tonight.”