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fingers through the strands of the mohawk lying flat against her scalp. Turning to hang her jacket off one arm of the wrought-iron candelabra standing next to the door, she revealed that the rest the rest of her soaked hair trailing down her back like a tail, dampening her shirt. She looked cold, wet, and miserable.
    At the mention of the ghouls, Enid realized she hadn’t heard them wandering out beyond the wards for a long time now. She wondered if the storm could pass through the veil into the Spirit World. If so, the creatures might really have gone into hiding, which wasn’t the worst problem to have. She just wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of the raging rains ruining the wedding.
    “This is the worst storm I’ve seen in a long time,” said Gemma. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say Fern whipped up a hurricane for us. We’ve worked hard to prevent her from using her powers this way so I’m sure this isn’t her fault.” She, too, removed her jacket as she looked around. Rubbing a hand over her damp face, she gave her sister a warm smile. “This looks amazing. Did you do it all yourself?”
    “I couldn’t move much of anything on my own.” Enid shook her head. “Hephaestus helped.”
    “Where is the old man?” Fox peered into the dim corners of the room. “Hiding from us?”
    “Something like that. He’ll show up again soon enough.” I hope. Enid fought down the lump in her throat. She wouldn’t cry. Not again. She’d already done enough of that over the past few hours. “So, what else did you bring me?”
    Fox struggled to shut the heavy front door against the howling winds. “Maddock and Kimberly sent a truckload of autumn flowers, pumpkins, gourds, and the like. We’ve also got a few bales of straw and cornstalks.” She bent to retrieve one of the boxes at her feet. “I’m afraid to unload the truck until the downpour stops, though, so we’ll have to just work with what we’ve brought in here with us.”
    Carrying another of the boxes, Gemma led the way to the dining table. The two women set down their burdens and opened the cartons. Gemma reached in and pulled out what looked like gossamer strands of silk threads.
    “What’s that?”
    Gemma held the strand in one hand and waved the other.
    The silk expanded into what looked like a beautiful glistening birdcage.
    “I’ve never seen the like before. Where did you find that?” Though most things in the Spirit World all looked worse for wear, the decoration her sister held continued to shimmer and hold a shape. She thought the cage must be even more beautiful on the other side.
    “Fox here knows a few tricks.” Gemma smiled at her companion. “We worked together all night. Most of our experiments fell apart as soon as we set them down, but we came upon a way of creating a strand of power strong enough to hold a shape like this.”
    “That’s amazing, Fox. You’re very accomplished!”
    Ducking her head, Fox blushed. “Gemma did just as much work as I did.”
    The wind strengthened in intensity and a massive thunderclap shook the entire castle. Even Enid sensed the movement and realized her thoughts about the storm bleeding through the veil must be true. The weather didn’t seem at all natural and she found herself wondering whether Gemma’s faith in little Fern might not be misplaced. “Good goblins, but that’s loud.”
    “Don’t look at me that way. I’m very sure Fern hasn’t caused this.”
    Enid felt warmed by the thought that even the veil couldn’t dampen the connection she and her sister shared. She watched her companions unpack the decorations they’d brought and suggested spots where the items might be hung or placed for the best effect. The items they’d created all shimmered a brilliant blue – so bright even Enid could make out the difference between their magic and the underlying glow of the veil.
    “I just wish we could unload the truck so we can finish up in here. We’re running out of time.”