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feet.  She shot Emmeline a severe look. “I am the High Priestess. You don’t tell people whether or not we need their services. I make that decision.  Do not ever presume to speak for me again, do you understand me?”
                  Emmeline’s face went red, and her mother looked furious.   “I told mother this would happen. Look at you. You’ve held your position for two months and everything’s falling apart already,” Narcissa said, her tone contemptuous.  “We’re about to lose our homes, and now we’re losing our familiars? Mother made a mistake choosing you.”
                  She smacked Leona on the arm. “Emmeline should have the position. Come on, you think so too, have some guts for once and speak up.”
                  Leona stared down at her hands, shoulders hunched.
                  “Weakling,” Narcissa sneered at her.
                  “Get out,” Matteo said, his eyes blazing with anger. “Now.”
                  Narcissa shot him a look that could have dropped birds from the sky.  I felt the crackling in the air grow more intense, and the table began to shake. The drinks on the table jumped and sangria slopped over their edges.  Emmeline and Narcissa pushed their chairs back, and flounced out in a huff.  Everyone was staring at us.
                  “I’m sorry,” I said to Mirabelle. “I really only came to help, and I’ve caused trouble for you.”
                  Mirabelle managed an unhappy smile. “I appreciate your offer of assistance, but it’s not necessary.  We are investigating the matter ourselves and in fact, we have some very promising leads. Thank you anyway.”
                  I nodded, and waved at Camille to come with me. She’d finished her drink and was scanning the crowd uneasily, as if she thought we are about to be turned into toads. Maybe we were.
                  “We’ll be going now,” I said, and we hurried off to my car. I could feel the gaze of dozens of witches burning in to me as we quickly drove away.

     

Chapter Three
                 
                  A light rain was falling when we pulled into the parking space in front of my condo.  The smell of warm, wet asphalt hung in the air, mingling with the sweet smell of magnolia blossoms.  Barney was sitting on the sill of the open living room window when we walked in, with a sullen expression on his face, his tail swishing back and forth.
                  “You could come in out of the rain, you know,” I said, tossing my purse onto the couch and kicking my shoes off.
                  “Not according to that character over there,” he said, scowling. “She swatted at me with your broom.  All I was trying to do was share her sandwich.”  He looked her up and down. “She could spare half a sandwich, believe me.”
                  “Hey! No fat jokes.  And people don’t like it when you eat off their plates,” I told him. “I’ll put food out for you.”
                  “You can hear him talking?” Peyton’s voice went high. “How can you hear him? What is he saying?”
                  “He’s saying you swatted at him with a broom. What the heck?” I demanded angrily. “That is completely unacceptable. I told you he was coming.”
                  “I guess I forgot. I was drunk earlier. Besides, he tried to steal my food.” She looked at him uneasily. “You don’t really want him to stay here, do you?”
                  “I already told you, yes.”
                  “You don’t know where he’s been. He could have fleas!  He could have diseases!”
                  Barney hissed and arched his back, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
                  “I think he’s cute,” Camille