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That resulted in me getting poked in the stomach before he snatched his hand back with a curse, but I was past caring at this point. Goddamn it! Couldn’t life give me one peaceful morning before the shit show started? Like, just once?

“Cassie—­”

“Don’t ‘Cassie’ me!” I snapped. “Take that case back to your room, right freaking now, or I swear—­”

“What’s the point?” he demanded. “I know you know—­”

“You’re damned right I know! And we’re going to have it out—­”

“You said we could leave!”

“Everybody but you. You don’t get to just slink away somewhere without—­”

“I wasn’t slinking!” he told me indignantly.

I glared at him.

His cheeks started burning. Fred was the only vamp I knew of who blushed. “I was sort of slinking,” he admitted.

The door opened behind me, and I almost fell through. “Cassie?” That was Pritkin.

Normally, I’d have had a few things to say to him, too, considering everything. But the huge wave of relief at seeing him back safely was fighting with my righteous indignation. Not that I could see him, since something huge and pillowy and white was pushing its way through the door instead.

It looked like an overstuffed comforter, only fluffier.

“Try this on,” he told me, from somewhere behind it.

“What?”

“Cassie?” That was Augustine, coming in from the halls in a huff, a beautifully quilted bathrobe falling off one bony shoulder and his hair standing out everywhere.

“What?” I said, exasperated.

“Somebody said there are witches here?”

“Yeah. They’re in the kitchen—­”

“What? What are they doing there?”

“Having breakfast—­”

“Having—­are you insane?” he practically shrieked, running up to me. “You know what we have in the—”

I jerked him down by the front of the bathrobe and clapped a hand over his mouth. “Shut. Up.”

“Cassie?” That was Tami.

“What?”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” she said, hands on slim hips. “Why didn’t you tell me we’re about to have eight more mouths to feed?”

“What?”

“Not to mention beds to come up with, when we only have four extra rooms right now!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Cassie?” That was Rico, towing a tear-­streaked Rhea into the room behind him.


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