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but all of a sudden she found herself looking from his hand to his face and back again while the devil prodded her tongue to make it do evil things. “Say please.”
    Graham practically choked to death, but Rafe just closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and said, “Please,” through tightly clenched teeth.
    Tess pursed her lips, reached into the pocket of her black denim jacket, and pulled out a slightly crinkled white envelope. She handed it to him with a haughty sniff.
    “Thank you,” he bit out.
    “You’re welcome.”
    Tess watched as he ripped the envelope open and pulled out a single sheet of white paper with her grandfather’s seal at the top and the familiar, regimented handwriting marching across the page. She wasn’t close enough to read the text, and when Rafe turned away, beginning to pace as he read, she couldn’t see the letter at all. But that didn’t matter. She already knew what it said.
    Not because she’d read the actual text of the letter; she hadn’t been lying—about that, at least—but because she had eavesdropped on her grandfather when he and some fellow council members had composed it. Still, she kept quiet while Rafe read.
    “They want to meet with the Council,” he finally said, raising his head and handing the letter to Graham. “With me, they say. I am not sure if my name is simply there because I am current head of the Council, or because they have some need to speak with me in particular. Damn Dmitri, anyway.”
    Graham grinned and shook his head. “Now, now. It’s not Misha’s fault he has better things to do these days than occupy that Council seat.”
    “That does not mean I cannot blame him. It makes me feel good to blame him.”
    Tess watched their conversation with a small frown. She didn’t quite know what they were talking about, and she hated feeling left in the dark. “Who are Dmitri and Misha?”
    “They’re the same person. A friend of ours.” Rafe dismissed the question casually and turned to face her, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I think it is still my turn to ask the questions, Tess. Tell me why this council wants to talk to me.”
    She shrugged, growing wary again. “I don’t know. They didn’t explain anything to me. They just asked me to deliver the message.”
    “Yes, and that is what puzzles me at the moment. Why you? If Graham or I were going to deliver a message to someone we did not know and did not trust, but whom we believed might pose a threat to our basic safety, I doubt either of us would choose someone like you to deliver it.”
    She scowled. “Why not? Because I’m not some sort of trained spy who would have been able to follow you all the way to the pearly gates without being spotted?”
    Rafe shook his head, his lips quirking. “No, because you are small, soft, female, and much too appealing and vulnerable to have been sent to wait outside in the streets of Manhattan alone at three in the morning.”
    She rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t even midnight when I started, and for gods’ sakes, I’m a witch. It’s not like I’m the world’s easiest prey for muggers.”
    “I didn’t seem to have any trouble with you.”
    “You weren’t trying to mug me.”
    “I should sincerely hope not.”
    The last comment came from the door of the large study where the three of them had been talking, announcing the arrival of a petite blond woman with big brown eyes and a pretty, gentle face. She wore a long, man’s flannel robe with the sleeves rolled up to expose her hands and the hem dragging the floor. Tess thought she saw bunny-shaped slippers peeking out from underneath the plaid fabric as the woman stepped into the room.
    She looked from Tess to Rafe to Graham and back to Tess, then smiled a sweet smile that perfectly suited her face and all but radiated kindness. “I’m Missy Winters. I didn’t know we had visitors, or I might have stopped to get dressed before seeing what had become of my suspiciously disappearing