“Sana et Mederi. Sana, sana, Mike, sana, sana,” Victoria
chanted. It was going on the third hour she sat on the floor of Derrick’s attic
conjuring potions, performing rituals and casting magic. Tirelessly, she’d
researched information on cures and healing spells and though none ever seemed
to work she was determined to keep trying. And Hades,...
