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Nearby witches would sense nothing, as though we were normal, non-magical humans. Combined with Ram’s invisibility shield, we wouldn’t be noticed at all.

I spoke a word in Gaelic. We lifted into the air and zoomed across the street, over the roofs of the other shops, and towards the forest.

“Whooooo,” Moe cheered and pumped his arms over his head. “Rollercoaster! That only goes straight, but still. I’m Special Man! That was another hero at the amusement park I worked at. I wanted a promotion to Special, but they never gave me one.”

“You didn’t need a promotion, you were already special,” I said.

“N’awww.” Moe smiled at me.

Jag, in his tiny shorts, stared down at the ground. With the cool fall wind blowing past us, his legs must be freezing. We had fled the shop in such a hurry that he had forgotten to grab pants.

I was caught between worry and enjoying the view of his thighs and bulge.

He lifted a foot and groaned. I guessed he was afraid of heights, which was ironic because he made my heart soar.

Fuck, I was so gross.

“I won’t let you fall,” I told him.

He hugged himself but managed a smile. “Too late. I already fell for you.”

I giggled like a dumbass.

Elliot smiled and stared up at the dark sky. Unlike the others, he looked calm and peaceful, almost happy to be floating through the sky. I wondered what he was thinking.

In his arms, Beverly paddled her feet as though trying to swim through the air. Awww. I took her from Elliot to hug her. This flight toward the forest was for her, after all. She just didn’t know it yet.

And then, only then, I glanced at Ram.

“Good call getting us off the streets,” he said.

I raised a brow. Why was he being nice after I had put us in danger and told him off?

He seemed to guess my thoughts because he said, “What? I can admit when someone else is right.”

Was he sucking up? Why?

Because he loves you,my brain said, even though I didn’t want to think about his feelings for me.

I looked away and fixed my gaze on the forest ahead. I set us down on a stretch of grass at the edge of the woods and placed Beverly on the ground.

With a happy chittering sound, she ran for the nearest tree and started crunching on its base. She was finally going to be happy and free.

“You guys wait here,” I said. “I’m going to take Beverly down to the river, then we’ll talk about portals and rescue missions.”

Elliot’s eyes widened. “Why can’t we go with you and Beverly?”

“Because these woods are protected by a witch who hates men.”

Jag frowned. “Why does she hate men?”

I waved a hand. “Because of our entire fucking world.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Fair enough.”

“The upside is, I think I can convince Evanora to keep Beverly safe from any cops who come stomping through here. She seems like the anti-authority type.”

“But does that mean we can never enter the forest to visit Beverly?” Elliot said.

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