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and sniffed it. ‘Northern Djinn blood.’ She looked at him, worried. ‘What do you need that for?’
    She put her hand on his chest. Then she opened his shirt and ran her fingers over the imprint of the moth.
    ‘Fool!’ She punched her bony fist into his chest. ‘You went back to the Fairy. Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?’
    ‘I needed her help.’
    ‘And? Why didn’t you come to me?’ She opened the cupboard where she kept the instruments for the less modern part of her practice.
    ‘It was a Fairy’s curse! You couldn’t have done anything.’ Fairy magic was beyond the power of any Witch. ‘It was for my brother,’ he added.
    ‘And your brother’s worth sacrificing your own life for?’
    ‘Yes.’
    Alma looked at him silently. Then she took a knife from the cupboard and cut a strand of Jacob’s hair. The hair caught fire as soon as she rubbed it between her fingers. Witches could set fire to almost anything with their touch.
    Alma looked at the ash on her fingertips – then she looked at Jacob. Her fingers were white as snow. She didn’t have to explain what that meant. He’d cleansed himself of a curse before. Back then, the ash on Alma’s fingers had been black.
    The Djinn’s blood had done nothing.
    He buttoned up his shirt again. You’re a dead man, Jacob.
    Had the Red Fairy been watching him all these months, as he’d found hope after hope dashed? Was she watching him right now? The Fairies had many ways to see what they wanted to see. She’d probably been waiting for his death ever since she whispered her sister’s name to him. No, Jacob. Ever since you left her.
    ‘How much longer?’ he asked.
    The pity in Alma’s eyes was worse than her anger. ‘Two, three months, maybe less. How did she curse you?’
    ‘She got me to say her dark sister’s name.’
    Alma’s cat was brushing against his legs as though she were trying to console him. One never would have guessed that she could become quite vicious to visitors she didn’t like.
    ‘I thought you knew more about Fairies than I. Did you forget how big a secret they make of their names?’ Alma went to her apothecary cabinet. Its drawers were filled with every remedy the Mirrorworld had to offer.
    ‘I said the Red One’s name countless times.’
    ‘And? Many things are different with the Dark One.’ Alma picked a root from one of the drawers. It looked like a pale spider with its legs drawn under its body. ‘She’s more powerful than the others, but, unlike them, she doesn’t live under the protective spell of their island. That makes her vulnerable. She cannot allow anyone to know her name. She probably hasn’t even told it to her lover.’ She ground up the root in a pestle and poured the powder into a pouch. ‘How long have you been carrying that moth on your chest?’
    Jacob pushed his hand under his shirt. He could barely feel the imprint. ‘The Red first saved my life with it.’
    Alma’s smile was full of bitterness. ‘She saved you only so she could give you the death she had planned for you. Fairies love playing with life and death . . . and I’m sure her revenge will be all the sweeter for having made her mighty sister her unwitting accomplice.’ Alma offered Jacob the pouch with the powder. ‘Here. This is all I can do. Take a pinch of this whenever the pain comes. And it will come.’
    She filled a bowl with the cold water from the well behind her house so Jacob could wash off the Djinn’s blood before it burnt into his skin. The water soon turned as grey as the spirit.
    On Jacob’s last birthday, he’d filled a sheet of paper with a list of the treasures he still wanted to find. He’d turned Twenty-five. You’ll never get any older, Jacob.
    Twenty-five.
    The towel Alma handed him smelled of mint. He didn’t want to die. He loved his life. He didn’t want a different one, just more of this.
    ‘Can you tell me how it will happen?’
    Alma pushed open the window to pour out the water. It was