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begin a series of sun salutations. The familiar yoga routine helped her relax and focus.
    Her sister walked outside to join her, pinning her with a look. “What was that all about?”
    So much for thinking Nicole hadn’t noticed. Brooke straightened up from her second pose. “What?”
    Nicole raised an eyebrow. “In the kitchen?”
    Brooke’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t know.”   She looked at the tall oaks on the other side of the yard. “He’s so rude.”
    “Kai?   He’s hardly ever here when you’re around.”
    “Exactly. I think he does it on purpose. And when he is here, he acts like an ass.”
    Nicole opened her mouth to say something, but Brooke stopped her with a raised hand. “I don’t want to talk about it. About him. Not right now, anyway.”
    Nicole studied her for a few seconds, then said, “Okay.”   She didn’t push, just joined her in the warm-up. “It feels so good to stretch like this. Only one more month of sun before we get gray November skies.”
    “And cold air. Hey, do you think you can raise the air temperature enough to boil water?”
    “Hmm, maybe. But if it’s really cold, the drops might cool down by the time they splash the thugs.”   They shifted to the next pose in their routine.
    “Yeah, you’re right,” Brooke murmured. Heating water would be the opposite of their “ice knife” trick. She’d fling some of the water into the air, and Nicole would chill the temperature around it. At the same time, Brooke would coax the water droplets into jagged shapes, and then Nicole would use a gust of wind to send them flying into the eyes of Chicago’s worst criminals. They stopped the crime, and the weapons melted away. Perfect.
    Their vigilante routine had alerted the Lash demons to their existence. Not sure if she could trust them at first, Brooke grew to appreciate her massive new friends. She’d better, since one of them had become her brother-in-law.
    And one of them was a royal pain in her ass. She shoved the errant thought from her mind, smiling as she straightened from her forward fold pose to see Rilan exiting the house.
    Short for a Lash demon, he stood only about five-and-a-half feet tall. He had a mop of wavy brown hair that he never seemed to comb. Brooke and Nicole didn’t know his age—no one did—but rumor had it that he was over a thousand years old. Yet he appeared to be about forty. His skills included discernment, spells, and supernatural lore, so he helped the sisters hone their abilities.
    Rilan carried a large mixing bowl and a water bottle. “My two favorite students,” he said as he approached.
    “Hey, Rilan,” Nicole said. “Can we throw some ice today?”
    The Elder made a tsking sound, and a wry smile tugged at his mouth. “ Nihja , that trick is too easy. Today I want you both to work on multitasking.”
    Brooke nodded and exchanged grins with her sister. Rilan’s definition of multitasking differed from that of busy office workers across the planet. The sisters both needed to use their talents to manipulate their elements in different ways at the same time.
    “Nicole, I want you to push those trees toward the house.” He pointed to the row of oaks on one side of the lawn. “And push those away from it.”   He indicated the cluster of birch at the rear of the yard.
    “Brooke, let’s fill this bowl and then part the water.”   He added a splash to the mixing bowl, and with a flick of her mind Brooke turned the few drops into a full bowl. She then repeated her effort from this morning’s bath, dividing the water and pushing the two sides apart. Only this time, she didn’t have to worry about splashing over the edge. She barely thought about it.
    Rialn nodded and sighed. “This is too easy for you. Here.”   He plucked a few blades of grass from the lush lawn. “Remove the water from this grass.”
    Brooke raised her eyebrows. “That grass is dry.”
    “On the outside, yes. I want you to pull the water from