Sylvia let out a scoff of pure disbelief. "Aren't you being a little dramatic? There's no such thing in this day and age."
Andres picked up on the underlying implication. Was his Maeve the only one facing this kind of cosmic danger? Did the rest of The Mystic Order not have to worry about this at all?
Elijah Hayes hadn't expected Maeve to be so stubborn. "Miss Vance, why don't you suggest a solution then?"
Maeve looked around at the group. "Since we're all practice the mystic arts, why don't we settle this with a fair bet?"
"The loser has to agree to one condition set by the winner."
"So, fellow practitioners, do you have the guts to take the challenge?"
Elijah looked at Mr. Andres. "What do you think, Mr. Andres?"
Andres's eyes were filled with nothing but absolute devotion for Maeve. "Whatever Maeve decides, goes."
He might as well have shouted from the rooftops that the spiritual balance of his home didn't matter in the least; if she was happy, his entire world was in order.
With Mr. Andres's green light, Elijah let go of his reservations. "A bet is fine. Let's hear the rules."
"Simple," Maeve said. "Whoever breaks the cursed layout first wins."
She paused, then added, "To keep things fair and actually give you a fighting chance, you guys can go first."
Sylvia bristled at the insult. "Are you implying that The Luminary Order is doomed to lose?"
Maeve flashed an incredibly arrogant smile. "If you're scared of losing, the door's right there."
Ian Grover shook his head. "In all my years, I have never seen anyone as full of themselves as you."

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