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“Oh, sure. You just need an account. Give me your phone, and I’ll set it up.”
Paige leaned over the chair’s arm, dug through her bag, retrieved the electronic device, and tossed it onto the air mattress next to Dewey.
He snatched it from within the folds of the blanket and tapped around on the device before he flew into the air and hovered in front of Paige.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he waved the phone in her face.
“Taking a profile picture.”
Paige waved her hand in front of the camera, trying to block it. “What? No! I look terrible.”
Dewey crinkled his nose and shook his head. “Look what you did.” He flashed the screen toward her. A blurry picture of a grimacing Paige lit the screen. “I ought to use that just because you’re being a jerk.”
“I’m not being a jerk. You gave me no warning you were taking a picture to post all over the internet.”
“It’s hardly all over the internet, Paige. It’s just SupNet. Come on, smile. No, wait. Don’t smile. You’ll seem too friendly that way.”
“I am friendly.”
“Yeah, but we don’t want SupNetters to know that. You’ll just get spammed with vampire princes who want to give you their fortune if you’ll send them your bank account information.”
“Seriously?” Paige asked with a wrinkled nose.
“Seriously. Now look crabby or emo or something.”
Paige puckered her lips, her forehead crinkling at the statement.
Dewey snapped a picture and slid his purple tongue from inside his mouth. “Perfect.”
“What? No! Let me see that.” Paige reached for the phone.
Dewey twisted away from her, tapping around on the screen before he said, “There we go. All set. Your username is Paige Turner, Paranormal Librarian.”
He handed the phone back to Paige. She studied her profile. The round image next to her name looked like she had an attitude the size of the ever-expanding archive.
Her bio read: Paige Turner, Paranormal Librarian. Got magic? I do. I shelve it for a living. I’ve been in the trenches. HMU if you want to swap war stories.
Her features pinched, and she waved a finger at the phone. “What is this? I sound ridiculous.”
Across the room, Dewey tugged open his refrigerator door. “I made you sound super cool. Like Blade.”
“But I’m nothing like Blade.”
“Don’t knock yourself, Paige,” Dewey said after a slurp of his Energy Dragon. “You’ve fought a werewolf and won.”
Paige puckered her lips as she stared down at the app on her phone. “Okay, how do I find the references to the wand made on here?”
“Tap the magnifying glass in the top right corner and search.”
Paige nodded and pressed the magnifying glass before she typed Wand of Division and pushed the arrow to search. “Nothing.”
“What did you type?” Dewey asked, landing on the air mattress and plopping down with his drink.
“Wand of Division.”
Dewey rolled his eyes at her. “Really? Did you think it would be that simple? They aren’t going to advertise it like, ‘Hey, look at us. We’re searching for one of the most powerful legendary magical items on the planet!’ Try WOD or hashtag wand or something.”
Paige frowned at the phone as she typed one of the more obscure references into the search bar. Results filled her screen, the search result number ratcheting up quickly into the millions. “Whoa!”
