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long gone.
    “Well, I couldn’t see them before,” I murmured. “You know what else? Sometimes my skin tingles like it did when I had the faery dust on me. You think some of that’s still in my system after so many weeks? Think that’s why I can still spot the minor fae around town?”
    Merc looked at me and cocked his head.
    “I don’t know either,” I said, and chewed on my lip. “The only thing is . . . it seems to be happening more often. Every day this week, I’ve woken up with skin that—well, I think it sort of glows. Just a little.” I took a deep breath. “Let’s not tell anyone yet. The excess fae magic may go away.”
    Noticing my bedroom light flick on, I clucked my tongue. “Darn it. I think Edie woke Bryn. She is such a troublemaker.”
    I hurried back to the front door and let myself inside in time to hear an upstairs door slam. Edie appeared at the top of the stairs. She flashed a smile and gave me a wild-eyed look I’d never seen before. “I never touched him,” she announced. Then she faded into a pale green orb and disappeared.
    “Bryn?” I called.
    He arrived at the top of the stairs seconds later. He wore his jeans and pulled his sweater on as he came down. His face was a thundercloud.
    “What happened?”
    “I woke up in bed with a ghost instead of you, and she was whispering curses in my ear.”
    “But Edie can’t hurt you, right? She’s complained a million times that she lost all her witch magic when she died.”
    “She can’t hurt me,” Bryn said, rubbing his right ear. “It’s just not the way I expected to wake up.”
    “Sorry,” I said, touching his face. “She’s still not used to you and me spending time together, and I think it rattled her to see you. This is her house, too.”
    “I thought Melanie had the locket that anchors the ghost to the world. If Melanie’s out of town, what’s Edie doing in Duvall?”
    “As long as one of us wears the locket, Edie can go wherever she wants. Except for your place, since your spells block ghosts from getting in. Your spells do still do that, right?”
    “Absolutely,” he said, sitting down to put his shoes on.
    “Would you ever consider making an exception for Edie? Assuming, of course, that I can get her to behave? You guys got off on the wrong foot, but she’s—”
    “No,” Bryn said, standing.
    “But—”
    He took my face in his hands and kissed me so long and deep that I just about forgot Edie’s name and my own.
    “Wow,” I said, licking my lips. Magic throbbed low in my belly. I shook my head to clear it.
    “Come home with me,” he whispered against my mouth. The pull of sex and magic was dizzying, but somewhere in the distance I heard Merc knocking over a garbage can.
    “I’d like to, but Mercutio’s itching for a fight. I should keep an eye on him. Before you go, though, I have to ask you something.”
    Bryn rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes?”
    “Did you cast a spell to weaken the town ghosts?”
    “No.”
    “Edie says you did.”
    “I can’t think of a less reliable source. She’s trying to drive a wedge between us.”
    “Probably, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s acting a little . . . off.”
    “She’s a ghost. Erratic behavior comes with the territory.”
    “No. I’ve known her my whole life.”
    “Sure, but this is the first time you’ve ignored her sister’s prophecy. She’s furious you won’t obey her.”
    True. “You promise you’re not hurting the Duvall ghosts?”
    “Yes, I swear,” he said, putting a hand over his heart. “Do you trust me?”
    Mostly. “Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry she woke you.”
    “It’s all right. In some ways it’s a good sign that I can hear her now. I assume that’s because of the strengthening bond between you and me.”
    “I suppose,” I said. My bond with Bryn didn’t need strengthening. We’d gotten really close too quickly. “You’re exhausted. Go on home, and I’ll come by