“Curses are just marketing for ghosts,” Ivy replied, slicing the glass with a diamond-tipped stylus.
Together, they walked out of the museum’s service exit into the rain, the cursed jade swinging between them—harmless for one more night, because some things are stronger than magic. ivy wolfe janice griffith
The moment her fingers touched the jade, the lights went red. Sirens. But not museum sirens—something deeper, like a building groaning in its sleep. “Curses are just marketing for ghosts,” Ivy replied,