Time passes as I scour the grimoire for any reference of my necklace. Really, any spell that might help reveal more information about it too. Just anything.
My head pounds from motion sickness, the flashing of bright neon lights and fluorescent bulbs from the signs and streetlights only making it worse. I push on, ignoring it as much as I can until the car rolls to a stop. I look up and frown, averting my eyes from the glow of red and pink and purple light.
“We should be safe here.” Shepard states, sliding out of the car and shutting it behind him.
A large neon sign hangs on the side of the building, red curtain covered windows glowing from behind. I rub my temples and swing the bag over my shoulder, squinting my eyes to make out the sign. The colors fade from re
