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you right here.” He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it just like the first night we met at the Detectives’ Ball.
    Damn him and his charm. “No, I’m just being overprotective of the spell. You of all people should understand that.” I smiled. “I want to show you. Let’s try it now.”
    I threw my napkin on the table, feeling engulfed in his reckless mood. I wanted him to know right then and there that I would give him everything he wanted. If sharing this spell made him feel closer to me, I wanted him to have it.
    He threw a stack of bills on the table, and we walked out of the restaurant with his arm tightly wrapped around my waist.
    “Where to?” He looked at me and grinned.
    I surveyed Savannah’s sprawling streets. Foot pedaled rickshaws whizzed past us. The late night partyers were emerging in their club ready attire. We needed a place that existed in another time, and we needed a place in the present that people wouldn’t see us enter and exit the seam I was about to create. Savannah was one of the South’s most historic towns; it was brimming with historic homes. We could find a place.
    “This way.” I pulled him after me as I headed to the historic district. My body was surging with Finn energy. I could tell he was excited.
    A few blocks down, I spotted a house with a “For Sale” sign in the yard. Just as I suspected, the brass plate next to the front door indicated it was on the National Register of Historic Places. We pushed open the gate of the white picket fence.
    “Perfect.” I led Finn up the stairs and down the side of the Victorian wraparound porch.
    “Whose place is this?” Finn eyed the house lined with rose bushes and bordered by a perfectly manicured lawn.
    “I have no idea. But it’s for sale and it looks empty. We can make the seam right here on the back porch. No one from the street will see us, and it’s dark back here. It’s just practice.” I grabbed his hand. “Don’t be so nervous.” It was kind of cute to see Finn shed some of his overconfidence.
    “Can we get back?” His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows arched over the far edges of his eyes.
    “Yes, that’s not the problem. Getting home is easy. I can’t always get where I want to go but I’m working out the kinks. I just need more practice.” I did need practice with the spell, but Finn took all of my extra time.
    In only the way Finn could, he pushed me against the wall of the abandoned house and kissed me. His hands held me firmly so I was wedged between his body and the outer wall. His lips pressed into mine with a sense of urgency and roughness.
    “Ivy, I love you. Know that. I love you.”
    I looked up at him. Again, the witchy tingle surged. “I know that.” I traced the lines on his face. “Are you ready to do this?” He nodded. “Just stand back. You can go ahead and fade if you want to.” He took my cue and retreated a few paces.
    I focused my attention on the blank wall of the house’s exterior. I touched my ring and let my mind drift along the continuum of time until it landed on a date that felt right. I sank into that day and repeated it. Next, I pointed at the blank wall and whispered, “Unfold.”
    Slowly, the wall started to ripple. A light, glittery veil waved back and forth, beckoning Finn and me to pass through its embrace.
    “Where are we going?” I could hear Finn over my shoulder, and turned to see him shimmering from his Fade Spell . I reached for his hand.
    “Come with me. I’ll show you.” My glimmering, faded hand reached for his and led him through the seam I created. We walked through the curtain into another time, into another night of another decade. My heart skipped a beat of joy over sharing this moment with him, with the man I loved.
    The next morning I heard the curtain sheers fluttering against the open window. I opened my eyes to the overcast gray sky hovering outside the window. I reached out to curl myself around Finn, but the covers next to