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3. It was four in the morning when Daniel Emrys stopped the spell. What the hell did he expect? Chris Shane to come walking into his room? I should have told him my address. But that wasn’t in the spell. It was the repetition of the words “Come to me,…
2. “Is everyone gone now?” “Yes, sir,” said MacArthur as he brought some chamomile tea to his employer. Shane looked at the grandfather clock by the books. “Dear God, these people can party.” “Yes, sir.” “Leave this here. Tell the servants to clean up tomorrow. The mess won’t go anywhere.”…
1. Chris Shane entered the ballroom and everyone turned to him. He smiled that bright smile of his, golden locks reflecting the light above him. He stood alone. The host of the party was well-known to be a loner, a man kept to his own eccentricities, and the people who…
