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his nose. “Hey Merlin.” He rubbed his face against mine, and gave a playful nibble to my hair.
I dropped a kiss between his kitty ears. “I had an interesting afternoon,” I said, opening up my dinner. I was happy to find that with a little re-stacking, the club sandwich was fine. I snagged a soda out of the fridge and climbed on a barstool to eat my dinner, discussing the events of the day with Merlin.
Going back over what had happened, I had to wonder... Why had Nathan said that he’d been trying to contact my family? If Nathan wouldn’t have identified his lineage, I’d have never guessed that he was a practitioner. Or was he? Maybe he was simply a magickal snob. While I mulled that over, a white tipped paw reached out and batted at a sweet potato fry. “You won’t like it,” I warned the cat.
Merlin ignored me and tried again. “ Aus! ” I told Merlin, and he let go of the waffle fry immediately. I pulled a small piece of turkey from the last of my sandwich and offered it to him instead. “ Fass ,” I told the cat, and he snatched the meat so fast that I started to giggle.
A few years ago, after the big smack-down with the Drakes and the BMG, I had secretly taught Merlin attack dog commands... in German. The fact that Merlin was a cat and that I didn’t speak German as a rule seemed to make no difference to our fifteen pound familiar. He’d taken right to them. Suddenly the cat whipped his head around in the direction of the front door and hissed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, watching him. I reached out with my intuition and felt someone approaching the manor... Someone uninvited. “ Zur wache !” I gave the command to be on guard, and Merlin took off with a growl towards the front of the manor.
I got up to follow him and barely made the family room before there was a loud, demanding knock on the front door.
I reached out with my magick to try and sense who was out there. I picked up on impatience and frustration, but no ill intent. I walked through to the foyer and eased up to the front door, quietly leaning forward to check the spy hole.
Nathan Pogue stood on my front porch, and wonder of wonders he was still frowning. I didn’t even bother to wonder how he’d known where I lived. If he was a practitioner, that sort of locator spell would be child’s play for him... and if he wasn’t— well all he had to do was ask around. I stepped back, debating whether or not to ignore him. Merlin let out a warning meow and leaned against my leg. I glanced down at him. “Should we see what he wants, Merlin?”
Merlin’s bright golden eyes met mine. He blinked and titled his head as if to say, Your call.
“ Sitz, ” I told Merlin, and he sat obediently next me. To be safe, I took a deep breath and pushed some of my own energy into the household wards to reinforce them. I tapped my fingertips three times on the doorframe. “By all the power of three time three,” I whispered. “Impenetrable my home will be.” As I finished the verse I saw a little bolt of yellow light run along the doorframe.
I thought about how I wanted to play this, and I started to grin. I knew exactly how to handle the gorgeous— pompous— I corrected myself . The pompous ass. I grounded my energy planted my feet, and opened the door.
He tugged the bandana from his head and twisted it in his hands. “Hi,” he said.
“Well my goodness,” I drawled in my best southern accent. I fluttered up at him, fanning my face with a hand. “It’s a gentleman caller.”
He closed his eyes at my snark and took a breath.
I could tell he was counting. I’d experienced similar frustrated reactions from my own family over the years. After a ten-count, he opened his eyes and focused on me. “Ivy, I need to speak to your brother. Is he home?”
“He’s out of town.” I kept hold of the door, staying on my side of the threshold.
“What about the relative that works at the museum? Her name is Autumn, isn’t it?”
“And
I dropped a kiss between his kitty ears. “I had an interesting afternoon,” I said, opening up my dinner. I was happy to find that with a little re-stacking, the club sandwich was fine. I snagged a soda out of the fridge and climbed on a barstool to eat my dinner, discussing the events of the day with Merlin.
Going back over what had happened, I had to wonder... Why had Nathan said that he’d been trying to contact my family? If Nathan wouldn’t have identified his lineage, I’d have never guessed that he was a practitioner. Or was he? Maybe he was simply a magickal snob. While I mulled that over, a white tipped paw reached out and batted at a sweet potato fry. “You won’t like it,” I warned the cat.
Merlin ignored me and tried again. “ Aus! ” I told Merlin, and he let go of the waffle fry immediately. I pulled a small piece of turkey from the last of my sandwich and offered it to him instead. “ Fass ,” I told the cat, and he snatched the meat so fast that I started to giggle.
A few years ago, after the big smack-down with the Drakes and the BMG, I had secretly taught Merlin attack dog commands... in German. The fact that Merlin was a cat and that I didn’t speak German as a rule seemed to make no difference to our fifteen pound familiar. He’d taken right to them. Suddenly the cat whipped his head around in the direction of the front door and hissed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, watching him. I reached out with my intuition and felt someone approaching the manor... Someone uninvited. “ Zur wache !” I gave the command to be on guard, and Merlin took off with a growl towards the front of the manor.
I got up to follow him and barely made the family room before there was a loud, demanding knock on the front door.
I reached out with my magick to try and sense who was out there. I picked up on impatience and frustration, but no ill intent. I walked through to the foyer and eased up to the front door, quietly leaning forward to check the spy hole.
Nathan Pogue stood on my front porch, and wonder of wonders he was still frowning. I didn’t even bother to wonder how he’d known where I lived. If he was a practitioner, that sort of locator spell would be child’s play for him... and if he wasn’t— well all he had to do was ask around. I stepped back, debating whether or not to ignore him. Merlin let out a warning meow and leaned against my leg. I glanced down at him. “Should we see what he wants, Merlin?”
Merlin’s bright golden eyes met mine. He blinked and titled his head as if to say, Your call.
“ Sitz, ” I told Merlin, and he sat obediently next me. To be safe, I took a deep breath and pushed some of my own energy into the household wards to reinforce them. I tapped my fingertips three times on the doorframe. “By all the power of three time three,” I whispered. “Impenetrable my home will be.” As I finished the verse I saw a little bolt of yellow light run along the doorframe.
I thought about how I wanted to play this, and I started to grin. I knew exactly how to handle the gorgeous— pompous— I corrected myself . The pompous ass. I grounded my energy planted my feet, and opened the door.
He tugged the bandana from his head and twisted it in his hands. “Hi,” he said.
“Well my goodness,” I drawled in my best southern accent. I fluttered up at him, fanning my face with a hand. “It’s a gentleman caller.”
He closed his eyes at my snark and took a breath.
I could tell he was counting. I’d experienced similar frustrated reactions from my own family over the years. After a ten-count, he opened his eyes and focused on me. “Ivy, I need to speak to your brother. Is he home?”
“He’s out of town.” I kept hold of the door, staying on my side of the threshold.
“What about the relative that works at the museum? Her name is Autumn, isn’t it?”
“And
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