He soon knew who owned what, including a small gold ring that belonged to Denny. Merritt would wear it until he saw Denny again. He slumped against the cave wall, remembering that his sister had said Denny would soon be here. She could only know that if he’d been arrested and would face trial for his crimes. The trials on the island were often harrowing. His sister was on probation with the court, forbidden from bewitching another soul. Instead of following the judge’s orders, she’d hexed her own cousin. How long had she been doing this to Gremma? Merritt would put a stop to it. He would find a way to stop all of it. A heavy rain fell from the sky and he huddled against the chill. He was hungrier than ever now. Oh, the sandwich! It hadn’t been poisoned so he could eat it. He glanced at his hands. His previously cursed, blackened fingertips were their normal color once more. He had to wash them, though, after all that negative magic had moved through them. He had a plan but a clear mind would help him execute it.
