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“I’m not ready to give up.” I took a drink, then handed the water to Lucas. “I’ll tear apart this whole forest to find that Wand.”
“We all will,” Lucas agreed. “But Grant’s right. We need to get some food and rest. The Wand isn’t going anywhere.”
“We can’t stay here forever,” I protested. The idea of starving to death like Cooper had chilled me to the bone. I felt awful for him.
“We have time,” Grant said, conjuring a handful of granola bars. “I’m diabetic, so I always have snacks on me. I have enough to last for days.”
“Which you have to ration between the five of us,” I reminded him.
Miles drank the rest of the water. “Speaking of your diabetes, you should eat something.”
Grant didn’t protest. He knew he was well overdue for a meal. He tossed each of us a granola bar, then conjured his insulin supplies and got to work checking his blood sugar levels. He pricked his finger and analyzed his blood on a small device. I didn’t pay much attention, because I was so used to it by now, until I witnessed Grant conjure a potion vial and take a sip. He turned away from us slightly, like he didn’t want us to see.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“My insulin,” Grant said innocently, subconjuring the vial before I could get a good look.
I narrowed my eyes. “You have to inject insulin, not drink it.”
“Not this,” he said. “Magic doesn’t play by the same rules. I don’t really understand the mechanics, but so far this potion hasn’t failed me. I feel great.”
Lucas frowned. “I thought you agreed you wouldn’t be making your own potions for this.”
Grant sighed. “What else do you expect me to do? This stuff is great. I don’t have to refrigerate it, and I’m basically done with needles. Plus, I don’t have to wait to eat. It kicks in immediately. Really, I feel good.”
“But you don’t know the long-term effects,” Lucas pointed out.
“Someone has to be a guinea pig for this stuff,” Grant said. “I could help a lot of people.”
“How much do you have left?” I asked warily.
Grant looked away from me. “Enough.”
“Enough for what, exactly?” I pressed. “Be honest, Grant.”
“It’s enough, okay?” he insisted. “We’ll find the Wand before I run out.”
Lucas and I shared a skeptical glance. “What does your intuition tell you?” he asked me in a low whisper.
I took a deep breath. My whole body seemed to buzz, even though I was tired as hell. I couldn’t tap into my intuition when I felt this desperate.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted.
Lucas sighed, but his eyes locked on something in the distance. “Here comes Talia. Hopefully she found something.”
I turned to find Talia pushing her way through the trees. Cooper followed her, but he paid no mind to the trees and simply floated through them.
“Anything?” I asked.
She sighed and plopped down on the rock beside Grant. He handed her a granola bar. “I’ve got nothing. I’ve been trying to get visions of your grandpa to see where he hid the Wand, but there’s nothing from forty years ago. It’s just decades of season changes.”
“Maybe Nicolas never came down here after all,” Miles theorized. “Angelica said she saw him after she died. Ghosts get confused.”
“Wait…” Cooper said. “Your grandpa came down here forty years ago your time?”
I nodded. I barely had the energy to answer.
“Then Talia’s been looking in the wrong place,” Cooper said. “Remember that time moves differently here. Forty years ago your time could’ve been over a century here.”
