|"Okay." She shook
her head once, clearing cobwebs. "Wow. Oh yeah, this is
yours." The older woman's voice resumed its smartass tone
as she handed the plastic bag back to Dana. "Yours like
very few things are."
"What do you mean?" Dana asked,
more quietly than she'd intended.
"This is a charm... a powerful,
powerful charm. There is so much power bound up in that thing
now. That hexer, he can't hurt you again, ever." The
shopkeeper shrugged. "I doubt anyone walking this earth
these days could, not with a hex or a curse. I wouldn't jump in
front of a bus if I were you, but magically speaking, you are