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to a quiet spot along the wall. "An unquenchable thirst for spell-casting power and variety. This does not bode well for our relationship."
    "Why? Because you're just as bad as I am?"
    With a fluid two-step, Lucas moved from my side to my front, and turned to face me. He arched one brow.
    "Me?" he said. "Hardly. I'm a disciplined and cautious spell-caster, well aware of my limitations and with no desire to overcome them."
    "And you can say that with a straight face?"
    "I can say everything with a straight face, which makes me a naturally gifted liar."
    "So how many times did you try my spell?"
    "Try your spell? That would be wrong. Grievously impolitic, not to mention impolite, rather like reading a novel before you wrap it as a Christmas gift."
    "Twice?"
    "Three times. I would have stopped at two, but I had a modicum of luck with the second effort, so I tried again. But, sadly, a successful cast eluded me."
    "We'll work on it. So what does it do?"
    "Option two."
    I socked him in the arm and started unrolling the spell.
    "It's a rare gamma-grade sorcerer ice spell," he said. "When cast upon an object, it acts much like a beta-level ice spell, freezing it. However, if cast upon a person, it induces temporary hypothermia, rendering the target unconscious. There were four options, weren't there?"
    "Three . . . no, the movie theater makes four."
    "Four options. Ergo, if I provide you with four spells . . ."
    "Now who's greedy?"
    "I'm only asking whether the implied promise of one spell for one option could be reasonably translated to mean four spells would get me—"
    "Oh, for God's sake, pick an option already. It's not like you wouldn't get any of them anytime you wanted."
    "True," he said. "But I like the added challenge of attaining it. Four spells for four options."
    "That wasn't—"
    "There's our flight."
    He picked up our carry-ons and headed for the boarding area before I could get in another word.
    ***
    The official "meet-the-parents" visit. Has there ever been a greater torture in the history of dating? I speak from hearsay, not experience. Sure, I'd technically met plenty of old boyfriends' parents, but never through the formal introduction process. More like bumping into them on the way out the door. The "Mom, Dad, this is Paige. See ya" kind of introduction.
    I'd met Lucas's mother, but there hadn't been a lead-up. She'd appeared at our door one day, housewarming gifts in hand. Had I known she was coming, I'd have been terrified. Would she disapprove because I wasn't Latino? Wasn't Catholic? Was living with her only child after exactly zero weeks of dating? It didn't matter. If Lucas was happy, Maria was too.
    The Cortezes were another matter. Benicio had four sons, of whom Lucas was the youngest. The older three worked for the Cabal, as was traditional for all members of the central family. So Lucas was already the odd man out. His position wasn't helped by the fact that Benicio and Maria had never married, likely because Benicio had still been married to his wife at the time of Lucas's conception, which would make Lucas . . . not the most popular guy at family reunions.
    In a Cabal central family, like any "royal" family, matters of succession are all-important. It is assumed that a son of the CEO, usually the oldest, will inherit the business. Not so with Benicio. While his three eldest sons spent their adult lives toiling to improve the family fortunes, who had Benicio named as his heir? The illegitimate youngest son who had devoted his adult life to destroying the family business, or at least buggering it up real good. Does this make any sense to anyone besides Benicio? Of course not. Either the man is a mastermind of family manipulation or just plain fucked in the head. I don't use that word much, but in some cases, nothing else fits.
    ***
    We took a cab from the airport into the city. Lucas had the driver let us out in front of a café, where Lucas suggested we stop for a cold drink because it was at least