“I wish I had the damned Hexed Quill,” I muttered, still glaring at the sheet. “Perhaps I could manifest some relationship advice into being. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find it, would you?” “Adriana.” Ryleigh pressed closer to my desk until she drew my attention away from my stare-off with my new mortal enemy, the blank page. She’d tried to hunt down the Hexed Quill ten years ago, obsessed with the idea of rewriting an event. Nothing ever came to pass, but my friend certainly loved learning about hexed objects as much as I loved mysteries.
