I forgot all the witchcraft. There totally has to be witchcraft. And divination. With bones. Crackling dead leaves and the brush of thin mimosa branches across bare shoulders, shaking just slightly with the rain that never reaches the forest floor. Full moons and dirt under their fingernails. Someone spilling the water in the cauldron when someone else steps on their heel and goddamn it Melissa, get it together! Did you bring the salt? Shit, we forgot the salt.
At least Jett remembered the lighter.