“Clarissa!”
The woman blinked, and as abruptly as it’d appeared, the green fire was gone. “I’m sorry.” Clarissa released her hold on Skye’s hand, her expectant expression revealing she had no idea anything unusual had happened. “Did you say something?”
Skye licked her dry lips. “Are you okay?”
“Just tired.” Clarissa managed a weary smile. “I think I should lie down for a little while. Will you lock the door on your way out?”
“Yes, of course.”
Skye waited until Clarissa was stretched on the couch before she headed out of the shop, double-checking the lock and then placing a protective spell on the door. She didn’t know what had happened to Clarissa, but she suspected that the older woman had been dabbling with a magic that went beyond her powers. Or perhaps she’d accidentally gotten ahold of a demon talisman that had infected her.
Tomorrow she’d return and do a thorough sweep of the store.
Just another job on her to-do list.
She heaved a sigh and plowed through the rain that had gone from a drizzle to a gully washer.
Perfect.