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to someone as closed minded and obtuse as you? I’m taking the files and I’m going back to my store. I don’t care what you personally think of us, but if you print one slanderous word against me or my store I will own this paper.” I strode out of his office, shoulders straight and head high.
    Katrina may have been a great witch, but she had shitty taste in men. That should have been my first warning that Donavan would be nothing but trouble. By the time I got back to the store, my mood was worse than ever.
    The door jingled when I entered, but Katrina didn’t come to the front. Strange.
    â€œKat,” I called out.
    â€œOh good, it’s you,” she yelled back. “We have a bit of a problem here.” Her voice was strained and slightly muffled.
    All crabbiness disappeared. What was wrong? The strangler immediately came to mind. He’d already killed two people on the list. What if he came back? This could be trap. I grabbed the baseball bat we kept in case of emergencies. My legs moved slow as I crept forward, watching for an intruder and fully expecting to find Kat tied to a chair or something.
    That wasn’t what I found. Not even close.
    The floor, couch, and coffee table were completely covered in debris and Katrina was darting around the room with a basket in her arms trying to catch the hair ties, bobby pins, and socks that were raining down from the ceiling.
    She blew her hair out of her face. “A little help?” she said.
    It looked like her spell worked after all, maybe a little too well. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. Static was so thick in the air, my hair lifted. “Perhaps we should have been more specific about what we wanted back.”
    â€œYa think?” A sock hit her in the face and she spit it out. “I swear it’s doing that on purpose. That’s my fourth sock in the mouth.”
    I laughed.
    â€œHelp me,” she said, somewhat more high pitched than before.
    â€œUse your magic.”
    â€œI tried,” she said miserably. “It made it worse. Things just came faster. I might have multiplied it.”
    I reached out and caught a hair tie, using it to pull my staticy hair into a ponytail. “I don’t think we can do anything other than let it run its course.”
    Her eyes grew big and she shook her head. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of our situation. Do you have any idea how many of these I’ve lost in my life time? We’ll be buried alive. This basket is the fourth one already.”
    Katrina’s powers had grown so much after taking mine that she was still trying to get a handle on them. When she tried to stop the spell, I had no doubt that she made it worse than ever. “Perhaps we shouldn’t cast any more spells for a while,” I said.
    â€œThat’s not helping.” She stopped running and carried the full basket into the back office and I followed. I held open a trash bag as she poured everything in, once again blowing her hair out of her face. I held up a finger and reached into the bag, grabbing two bobby pins. Then I fastened her hair in place.
    â€œDon’t say I never did anything for you.”
    She shook her head. “You could have at least tried to stop it.”
    â€œHow? I can get you an umbrella if that will help. I can’t do anything.”
    â€œYou keep saying that, but you aren’t testing it. What if the magic comes back to you? What if you just need practice? You can still cast, Jess. There is magic there. You just aren’t giving it a chance.”
    â€œYou mean like that?” I gestured to the room.
    â€œThat doesn’t count,” she said. “I was thinking bigger than the spell obviously.”
    â€œLook, I don’t mind if you want to try to get my magic back, but right now, I think it’s a waste of time. We have something a lot more important to focus on. We need to figure out what