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about Annie that grabbed hold of his balls and refused to let go? Despite the fact she’d tried to remove that same set just minutes earlier.
    Annie gave him a sideways glance before she gave herself a shake and pointed at the drawings. “I’ve seen some of these symbols before. They’re generally associated with witchcraft, aren’t they?”
    Temperance beamed. “And you say you’re not a believer.”
    Annie traced one figure with the tip of her finger. “Trust me, most of my knowledge comes straight from Hollywood, so I wouldn’t give me any awards yet.”
    “Well, the big screen doesn’t get it all wrong. You’re right. These symbols are used by a number of different sects, not all of them bad. In this case, it looks like a binding spell.”
    Dylan ran his fingers through his hair, brushing the strands out of his eyes. He didn’t like the way this was heading. “Binding spell? What does that mean?”
    Avery moved in behind his wife. “It means that someone went to great lengths to trap a spirit within this picture. It also means that when you and Annie broke the glass and bent the frame, you released it.”
    Dylan looked from the frame to the scattered glass then back to his brother. “Okay. So I go out, buy you a new frame and we put the picture back in. Problem solved.”
    Avery looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes as he shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s not quite that simple. Once the spell is broken, you can’t get it back by simply stuffing the broken pieces into something new.”
    Dylan closed his eyes, hoping the dull ache throbbing behind the bridge of his nose wasn’t indicative of a headache no pill could cure. “Then what, exactly, do we need to do?” He huffed. “Is it really a big deal that there’s one more ghost haunting this place?”
    The muscle in Avery’s temple twitched, and Dylan knew his little brother was trying to rein in his anger. Dylan sighed. He wasn’t purposely trying to piss Avery off; it’s just…it was all a little hard to swallow.
    Temperance wrapped her fingers around Avery’s arm, giving him a brilliant smile. Something tugged at Dylan’s chest, and for the first time in his life, he wondered if he’d been wise to push away every attempt at a relationship. Watching the couple interact made him feel hollow, and he had to steel his resolve when she turned to face him.
    “What your brother has been trying to convey is that…normally, folks don’t go around binding or banishing spirits without just cause. My guess is…” Temperance tapped the picture. “Our friend, here, wasn’t a nice guy. Maybe he killed people, or maybe he was some kind of evil warlock or something. Either way, the fact he’s loose isn’t good news.”
    Dylan raised an eyebrow. “How do you know he’s evil? Couldn’t it have been an evil person who locked him in there to begin with?”
    “I took a bunch of temperature readings during his manifestation. They were all high, which indicates an evil, if not demonic, entity.”
    “Demonic? Christ, this is crazy.” He speared his fingers through his hair again, hoping the slight sting would calm his nerves. “So now what?” He waved at the couple. “Can you two put him back in or send him over or whatever it is you do to evil spirits?”
    Avery shook his head. “As much as Temperance and I would love to send his creepy ass back across the veil, we weren’t the ones who released him. The most we can do is try to collect more evidence as to who he is…destroy the grave site if we can find it, though I’m not sure if that’ll be enough in this case. The fact he didn’t disintegrate as soon as he manifested is a bit of a concern. It could mean there’s something else lying around that’s enabling him to stay on this side of the veil. Hell, that might be why he was bound in the first place. Our predecessor wasn’t able to send him over any other way, so they opted for the next best thing…trapping him. But if it comes