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cymbal.”
    Magnus came out from behind the kit. “Maybe I should play in the nude, then.” He made to yank down the white briefs.
    Lachlan held out his hand and walked toward the hallway. “Seen enough of your bare white arse growing up. Got any tea?”
    “Nothing gourmet,” Magnus called out. “If you came round more, I’d keep a stash of loose tea for you.”
    Lachlan went to work searching out a box of tea bags and set the kettle to boil.
    His brother walked in a few minutes later, having pulled on a pair of sweats. He grabbed a can of Mountain Dew from the fridge. “This isn’t a social call or the beginning of your awakening to life,” Magnus said to him. “You look too somber and uptight for that. So this will have something to do with your vision or whatever you want to call it.”
    Lachlan faced him. “The shy girl you’re sweet on swiped someone’s identity, has a Satanic symbol on her wall, studies demons, and fights like the devil.” He lifted his shirt to reveal an assortment of bruises. “This wasn’t me thrashing myself. She threw me across the room like I weighed ten pounds. I’m no hulking beast like you, but I’m no wee thing either.”
    Magnus listened without expression, but his eyes hardened at the end. “Do I want to hear how you came to be in a physical altercation with her?”
    “That wasn’t my plan. I let myself into her apartment and looked through her things.” He thought of the penguin. “But she came back unexpectedly, so I took the opportunity to question her.”
    Magnus slammed his can onto the counter, sending yellow liquid splashing onto the top. “You broke into her apartment?”
    “You’re going to quibble about that? Did you not hear anything else I said? She did something to me, something unnatural. Put it together, man. I see a vision of her killing you, and it turns out she’s hiding under someone else’s identity and has some ability that gives her superhuman strength.”
    “Bloody hell, Lachlan, you could have been arrested. Your imagination is making more of this than it is. Okay, so she can fight. Maybe she grew up in a tough neighborhood, used to dealing with thugs like you. You thought she did something unnatural, but women can be strong when they’re proficient at martial arts. What did the symbol look like?”
    “Here, take a look for yourself.” He pulled up the picture on his phone.
    “A cross? Not a goat’s head in the center of a pentagram? Was there no blood dripping down the wall?” He reluctantly took the phone.
    “Look at the next couple of pictures.”
    Magnus’s eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t see what’s in the notebook.”
    “Sketches she’d done of creatures, with notes and everything.”
    Magnus handed him back the phone. “You’ve gone mad.”
    “I’m not the one blinded by my pecker. I’m going to find out who this girl is before she lays you low.”
    “Wait a minute. You said you questioned her? What did you say to her?”
    “I asked why she was gunning for you.”
    Magnus slapped his forehead. “Now she knows I have a mad brother. Damn you, Lachlan, I’m no idiot. And no babe either. Or blinded by my pecker,” he added in a low, menacing voice. “You’re the only one blinded around here. Don’t make me put you away, because if you become a threat to yourself or anyone else, I will. I’ve seen madness in your eyes.” His shoulders shuddered. “I don’t ever want to see it again.”
    He turned and stalked down the hall, returning a second later with his cell phone in hand. “I’d better call her—she called me. I can just imagine what she’s got to say.” He touched the screen and listened, his face tightening. “She’s blowing me off.”
    “Good. Thank me for saving your arse, and I’ll be on my way.”
    Magnus spoke, but his words were drowned out by the kettle’s harsh scream. It didn’t look like they were words of appreciation, though, by the fierce look on his face. Or the way he grabbed