“Francis!” I repeated, disgusted that that stupid mage had lied to me yet again. “I should’ve guessed.” Harold Woodpecker was a mage, not a wood nymph. Francis had done something to him, though, either cast a spell or put a curse on him, assuming those existed, and now he was something different than the rest of us mages. At least, he had been. Now that I’d transformed him back into his human form, perhaps he could recover and become a regular mage again.The color was coming back into his face, and he wasn’t breathing so heavily anymore. I waited a few minutes before I asked him anything else. I needed to know, though, exactly what had happened, so that I could deal with Francis. She really was becoming a pain in my ass.Once Harold was sitting up, looki
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