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"Oh, I let Philip handle all my major decisions," I drawled "And I’ets better real soon"

A flicker of reaction crossed her face, but before I could decipher it, she ood," she said, sounding est suspicion that she had so to do with that "stroke" She walked us to her office door, and I felt the tingle of ic in use nearby It didn’t affect me, but I orried about what it would do to Philip I ht his arm to make sure I had so

We both let out deep breaths ere safely on the sidewalk and well away fro untoward?" he asked

"Yeah She had a nasty-looking bodyguard in there that I’h, it was a kind of creatureskeletons popular on oon squads?"

"I’m not faht so I wonder if she’s in league with Idris, then That would ic on you ere leaving"

"I noticed I’m not certain that it worked, but I will be careful"

"That lady is bad news And I don’t think you can count on her saying, ‘Oh, so sorry my ancestor put you under a spell, you should take over’ She probably would have you killed--like I bet she did to her uncle--instead of having you turned into a frog"

He sighed "I didn’t iine this would be easy, but I fear it ht"

"Reically i her on And if she is teamed up with our eneic, Spells, and Illusions, Inc, on your side, including Merlin hiallant bow "Then I must thank you for your assistance"

"Don’t thankyou to work"

When I got ho out oftoclothes and into sweats I spent the whole evening finishing my cross-stitch for Owen’s foster parents while soround on the TV--so I was sure the fictional Sue-Ellen Hunt would never do She’d wear cashmere sweats, if she even wore sweats, and she’d have people to do her sewing for her The pop star would be playing live in her living room instead of on TV Sue-Ellen was so far froonabout the next day with Owen or the holiday with his faood stress release this kind of thing could be, butold-fashioned if I started doing it on a regular basis, I was sure Maybe I should go back to knitting, I thought At least soain

The next et to Owen’s house to tell him what I’d discovered The roh I’d been in his home before, I’d never entered by the front door The last tiically teleported inside This ti set of front steps and ring a buzzer Instead of a response by intercom, the door just opened I went up the staircase in the vestibule to the next floor, where Owen’s door was, and it, too, opened forthere for me, but the entry hallas empty A loud "meow!" at my feet corrected me "Hi there, Loony," I said to the white-and-black-spotted cat that was rubbing happily against my ankles

"Back here," Owen’s voice called froloves while Loony waited patiently forme a "followat the stove in his cozy kitchen, tending one skillet full of French toast and another full of bacon

"Wow, you’re cooking for me?" I asked

"I wanted to make sure you knew last time wasn’t a fluke And you’re just in time Breakfast is almost ready"

When he turned to talk to me, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes I crossed my arms over my chest and said, "Don’t tell ht"