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long flat wooden holder behind the candle, so the smoke would waft over the candle and mingle with the heat of the flame.
    “For what?” he asked, going to stand next to Zane, and looked at the arranged candle and incense as if it was something strange and unique.
    “The last time Trinity came to do a spell for Dimi, she told me that she likes to spell with this type of candle, and the rose incense is her favorite.”
    Archer tried to hide the small smile that was playing around his lips by forcing a serious expression. “She told you that?”
    “No.” Zane looked down with a small blush. “The perfume she wears smells like roses.”
    Archer was about to give up the front of being serious and start teasing Zane without mercy, when the elevator engaged and both men looked towards the shaft.
    “I was sleeping, for once, Archer, so this had better be good.” Trinity’s voice floated up the elevator shaft as the elevator rose, and she appeared behind the wooden grate.
    Zane rushed forward and lifted the gate so the tall blonde witch could step into the room. She gave the vampire a small smile, but then turned a glower at Archer. “Do you have any idea how hectic my schedule is for today?”
    “You sleep at night?” Archer raised an eyebrow. Most of the castes of Eternals were nocturnal.
    “I make my living in the human world, Archer, so how am I going to convince a board of elderly directors that the ideal time for a meeting is two A.M.?”
    Trinity was the CEO of her own clothing design company, a company she’d built with the earnings she made selling her spells. Despite being a successful business woman, she was a powerful three-element witch who had been thrown out of the witches caste of the Eternals.
    Archer could only speculate why Trinity had become an outcast. It wasn’t a question one asked. He knew he didn’t want anyone knowing why he’d been cast out of the lycanthrope caste, so he would never ask another outcast.
    “Weave a spell and have your meeting in their dreams?” he suggested with a cheeky smile.
    “Oh, shut up.” Trinity rolled her eyes, but couldn’t quite hide her smile. “Now, what is the urgency, and why do you need such a potent spell? Were you planning on going after a flame warlock?”
    “No. A pyro.” Archer leaned back against the reception desk and waited for her reaction.
    Trinity’s eyes widened as she took the last few steps to stand in front of Archer with Zane trailing her. “This is a prank, right?”
    “No, no prank. So I’m going to need your strongest anti-burn spell.”
    “Sure, not a problem,” she mumbled, staring at Archer as if he’d done something stupid, yet amazing. “Let’s get the spell started, shall we?” She moved over to the table, and didn’t seem to notice the preparations Zane had made for her. Closing her eyes, she wafted the incense smoke toward her with her left hand, breathing in through her nose, and out through her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at Archer. “I’ll give you my strongest spell, and we both know I’m powerful, but I don’t believe that I’m powerful enough to spare you burns from a pyro, untrained or trained.”
    Archer dipped his head in a nod. “She’s not trained.”
    “I thought as much,” Trinity admitted. “I’ll put all the punch I have behind the spell.” She looked at Zane. “Are you still on your veggie vampire kick?”
    “If you mean, am I still living off blood from the butcher rather than human blood —yes.”
    “It can’t be helped.” Trinity reached out, took the startled Zane’s right hand, and wove the fingers of her left hand through his fingers. “I need to borrow energy.”
    “Okay,” he agreed, and stepped closer to her.
    “Any excuse.” Archer winked at Zane.
    “Oh, stuff it, I’m helping you here.” Zane’s boyish face heated as Archer teased him.
    “Ah huh, if you say so.”
    “Could you both be quiet?” Trinity opened an eye to glare at them both. “I’m