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"I know all the recent history," he said "It’s the rest I’m interested in"

"We’ll be back!" htly, then whisked hi friends

I wasn’t alone for long

"Merit!"

I looked back, found my blue-haired best friend--classically pretty, pale, and petite--h the crowd Mallory Bell was escorted by her husband, Catcher He was taller and buff, with pale skin and close-cropped hair that set off intense green eyes

"Happy wedding shower," she said, squeezing reat--for a concrete box"

"That sued a flute of pretty pink juice froon fruit You should try one"

I held up rinned at her "I’ll try yours if you try mine"

"Been there, done that"

I tilted my head at her "You have?"

She lifted a shoulder "You had those bottles of Blood4You at the house"

I’d shared Mallory’s Wicker Park hoan House I’d left partly because of ations as Sentinel and partly to avoid her and Catcher’s any-roo I’d vastly exceeded s

"I had a sip one night" She wrinkled her nose "It was not delightful"

I was a vahtful But asteam tried to pretend otherwise, it wasn’t about the taste It was about the need, the coht have been to hu else did

"To each her own," Catcher said, glancing around "Where’s your fiancé?"

I gestured across the rooo’s supernatural Ombudsman and Catcher’s employer

The O of silver hair, a plaid shirt and trousers, and corandfather for many reasons, not the least of which was because the cop-turned-supernatural-investigator looked perfectly at home in his own skin

My mother stood with thelittering in her ears