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preferred, with somelying horizontally now and then “for variety.” The same pentagrams hang from the low ceiling, the same old Turkish rug is spread across the hardwood floor, but the black cauldron that used to be on display in the center of the store is now in front of the window, and racks of bath salts have taken its place. The shop even smells different somehow.
    I hate it.
    While Aunt Penny counts out change, I shove the violin case behind a shelf before she sees it and starts asking questions I don’t want to answer. When the customer leaves with his ceremonial dagger or whatever, I sulk over to the counter.
    “Like what you’ve done with the place,” I say. “Might have waited for Mom’s body to cool before redecorating, though.”
    Aunt Penny chews the corners of her fingernails and looks around the store anxiously. “You hate it. I’ll move it back. I just thought I’d try something new. The cauldron took up so much space in the middle of the room.”
    Mom always said that too. I say nothing, though, plopping heavily into the chair behind the till.
    “Listen, thanks for doing this,” Aunt Penny continues. “I really need to sort this house stuff out. It’s been such a pain trying to get the mortgage moved over to my name. I mean, I don’t exactly have the most solid credit history and—”
    “Yep, no problem,” I interrupt.
    Aunt Penny visibly deflates. I feel a pang in my gut aboutbeing such a jerk after she poured her heart out to me yesterday, and briefly consider apologizing, but she’s already grabbing her purse.
    The door jangles on her way out, and I’m alone in the shop. I pull out my cell and text Bishop.
The wicked witch is gone.
    “You don’t say.”
    I shriek, practically leaping off the chair.
    Bishop leans against the bookcase, his hands jammed in the pockets of his slim black pants and his lace-up army boots crossed casually at the ankles. He gives me a brazenly sexy smile that makes laugh lines sprout up around his eyes, and his dark hair falls in tangled waves around his chin, almost concealing the naked Betty Boop tattoo that snakes out from the collar of his faded leather jacket. My mouth goes dry at the sight of my boyfriend. The guy could wear footie pajamas and still look sexy.
    “You scared me, you know.” Which is
so
not convincing when I’m smiling like an idiot.
    He pushes off the bookcase, laughing as he approaches.
    “Couldn’t help myself. Been thinking about you in your old cheerleading uniform all day. It was torture.”
    “God, you’re such a perv,” I mutter, but I’m smiling.
    He hooks his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and tugs me against his chest, so I have to crane my neck to seehis face (being the six-three giant of a boy that he is). My heartbeat quickens at his nearness and the sight of his brown eyes winking with mischief.
    He moves a hand from my jeans and tips my chin up. My stomach warms as his lips brush mine, and this time it has nothing to do with my magic. He pulls his fingers through my hair, sending a tingle down my spine. Then he cradles my head in his hands to take the kiss deeper. When his tongue finds mine, a moan involuntarily slips out of my mouth. My cheeks flame, and he chuckles against my lips.
    Huffing, I push against his chest until there’s a big space between us. “Laugh it up, asshole.”
    “Hey, come back here,” he says, grinning.
    It’s tempting, but I’m sober enough now to realize that a snogfest with my boyfriend while my best friend is missing definitely qualifies me for some sort of Shitty Person award.
    “I don’t know how long we have before Aunt Penny gets back,” I say, crossing to the door. “Get the curtains.” I flip the dead bolt closed and flick off the neon Open sign while Bishop lowers the venetian blinds over the big picture window so that we’re enveloped in darkness. A sense of déjà vu washes over me, and I remember the summonings we did to hear Mom’s voice. I won’t let