“She was about five.” He looked at me. “Why so many questions?”
“The Withering only effects babies. Not toddlers or young children. But…” I trailed off and skimmed the page I had in my mind. It was a spell, much like the withering. “There is a hex, much like the withering, but this hex needs to be cast on a child in person. And it takes an hour to cast. But it needs to be renewed every month with an elixir.”
Rick’s breathing turned heavy. “An elixir?”
I nodded. “A tiny tonic that renews the hex, but also extends the life of the victim. The hex eats away at the victim. If the person doesn’t have the cure or the elixir, they die. If the elixir is taken too many times, the victim dies.”
Rick grabbed my hand. “How many times is too many times?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. It changes pers
