“Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle—” Suddenly a man appeared in front of Joey. Joey looked up from the ancient book and relaxed.

“Joey, is she here yet?” David asked.

“I was getting there, what are you doing here?” Joey was worried. If anyone saw David they’d attack him. Befriending a warlock was the last thing Joey needed to explain to his parents.

“I had to make sure you were okay. I heard through our little grapevine that Gedarn was planning on attacking the family. Well, Melinda at least.” A cloud of dust formed a cup on top of Joey’s desk and a silver cup appeared filled with juice.

“Not again. Your race is so persistent. Whatever, meet me in the park at midnight. I’ll tell you what Piper has said by then,” Joey said. David nodded and was gone in the blink of an eye. Joey picked up his cup and took a sip of the juice, when out of nowhere the cup flew towards the wall.

“Joey. Grandson of a Charmed One? It’s time to die.”