From the Desk of Valerie Spellman
Hey guys! Merry Christmas.
Sorry, I can't be there to celebrate. From one agent to another, there's nothing better than getting to revel in the afterglow of a holiday miracle. Especially one as magical as yours. Though you guys kept me on my toes.
Sage, I am your biggest fan and modeled my casework after yours. Minus the Fourth of July incident—it shall henceforth never be mentioned again—but you're my inspiration.
I hope we can officially work together someday, and if not soon, then save me a spot in the Conga line at the next kickoff party. I hear you have some pretty sweet dance moves.
And Leo, best boss ever. Sorry, you have to find another assistant. I will miss being your festive minion.
P.S. My bad for disabling the backup generator. It's not broken. Just reconnect the battery. But I hope you found other ways to keep warm.
Take care!
Valerie
“DidI read that right?” I shook my head, trying to make sense of Valerie’s letter. “Does she work with you?”
Sage laughed and pressed the letter to her heart. “It seems so. We're tricky witches and show up where you least expect. But we’re always there, working behind the scenes.”
I wrapped my arms around Sage’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Us regular folks are just fortunate to have you.” My brow creased. “By the way, what's the Fourth of July incident?”
Sage tensed. She turned in my arms, her bottom lip bending under the crush of her teeth. After a few seconds of indecision, she patted my chest and huffed a breath.
“All right, Grayson. Let's go get my parents' car. I'll tell you on the way. But if you even think about telling anyone, I'll have to silence you and tie you up with Christmas lights.”
I chuckled under my breath and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “That’s not the threat you think it is, Bennett.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Only a villain would say that.”
My fingers interlaced with hers as I tugged her toward the door. “You keep my secret, and I'll keep yours.”
