Jerome and Blake walked to the end of the magic line. They pushed a few tree branches out of the way to reveal a small log cabin surrounded by even more trees. Blake was nervous, she had never been in a situation like this and she never thought she would be. Jerome seemed a bit more ready but she still wasn't sure if he was trust worthy or not. He sold out her mom when she was a kid after all. 

Jerome took the lead before his granddaughter, he didn't want a mad witch lunging for her. Blake could hear the tiniest of bugs around them, it was getting darker and she knew that the little spell Jerome put on their rooms wouldn't last very long; they needed to hurry.

"Are you sure the spell is right? Why would he take her to a log cabin that's only ten minutes from the...

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