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Forcing one foot in front of the other, I entered the den with Bodey at my side.

What do you think Chelsea meant? Jack linked. She could’ve been less cryptic, or maybe she shouldn’t have said a damn thing.

I heard a whack, and I guessed it was Lucas thumping Jack on the back of the head. Confirming my suspicion, Lucas grunted and linked, None of us know, and we’re dealing with witches. Cryptic is ingrained in their blood.

The corners of my lips tugged upward, easing some of the chill that had sunk into my bones thanks to the eerie situation. There was something comfortingly normal about Lucas and Jack bickering that grounded me.

Dina sat in the center of the couch with Michael and Phil at her sides. Carl and Dan stood between the back of the couch and the kitchen island, where Stevie was sliding a plate of scrambled eggs over to the men.

Dan reached for it just as Janet clucked her tongue and turned from her spot in front of the black stove. “Wait. She needs a fork.” She got one from
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