care of his dad.
This Dante lacked the confidence his doppelganger had. He was
still funny and bright, but there was an aloofness to him that wasn’t
present in her Dante. Meg got the feeling this Dante would be loyal to
very few people. He would keep his circle small.
He smiled. It was something Meg had noted he rarely did. “Let’s
go check it out, and then we can get burgers.”
“Okay,” Meg said, pulling one of his old jackets over her T-shirt
and jeans. Dante had tried to be generous, but Meg had only allowed
him to buy her a couple of pairs of jeans, some T-shirts, and two
sweaters. It was all she would need, she promised herself as she
followed him.
Meg got into his beat-up SUV and buckled her seat belt. Dante
was going on about how his newest program had found this spot. He
said something about a number of police reports and how often the
property had been sold, but Meg was thinking about other things.
She had been on the Faery plane for about a month, but three had
passed here. Time moved differently on different planes. How long
had Beck and Cian been wondering about her? Had they managed to
stop the hag’s plans? Her hands clenched with anger when she
thought about someone in the village pretending to be their friend. All
the while, this hag was waiting to pounce the instant the twins showed
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vulnerability. The hag wouldn’t look different from a normal villager
as she could take different shapes.
Meg had been reading up on hags and knew it could be any of the
females of the village. Meg had her suspicions, hence the .357 she
intended to take back with her. If Liadan gave her even a hint that she
wasn’t what she said she was, Meg intended to put a couple of rounds