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dealer today. It seems ever since the historical re-enactors moved in, there’s been a real market for authentic coins.”
    Piper had been only half listening while she tried to get Magnus to smile at her, but her ears perked up at that last bit of information.
    “Wait, what?” she asked. “The historical re-enactors aren’t real. I made them up to cover for Lachlan when he first got here.”
    Evie shook her head. “We really have them now. They’re amazing. They do parades and give lectures at the museum. They pay a nice little fee in rent, and they’ve attracted a lot of new tourists.”
    Piper stared at her blankly, still not sure how her rumor could have become a fact.
    “I think it all started with Padma,” Evie said, squinting at the ceiling as if that would help her remember. Piper raised her eyebrows and Evie blushed. “Yes, I was wrong about her, okay? She’s really very nice once you get past her supermodel looks and Duchess Kate-level shoe collection.”
    “Padma started the re-enactors?” Piper asked, not believing that for a second. Padma was an excellent museum curator but wouldn’t last four seconds living an eighteenth century lifestyle.
    “Well, no. You did,” Evie explained. “With the story you told Dr. Stone about them being unruly and getting into fights on the property? You know that spread like wildfire. But then Padma joined this museum society thing, and at first I thought it was just a way for her to write off her London shopping sprees, but it turns out she really went to this big museum funding gala there. It’s where she met her new boyfriend, too. He’s the drummer in the band that was playing the fundraiser and I’m honestly not too sure they’re right for each other. He’s smoking hot though. But that’s also where she met Archie.”
    “Who’s Archie?” Piper wailed, barely able to keep up with Evie’s twisting tale.
    Lachlan snorted from the couch. Having spent the entire day with her, he’d endured many of her tangents.
    “Archebald Bancroft of whatever-shire. I can never remember his estate name,” she said, eliciting another snort from the couch. “He’s the head of the historical re-enactors. I think Mellie has a little crush on him. You’ll get to meet him at your party.”
    “But why did you let them move onto the property in the first place?” Piper asked, reeling from the information overload.
    She didn’t know if she liked the idea of a bunch of strangers living out in the woods, especially if Daria was on the loose. Of course, Evie couldn’t have known that when she let them move in.
    Evie looked chagrined that Piper might be upset with her. “They signed a lease, and promised to be good. And they have been! The villagers love them.”
    Piper sighed and looked down at Magnus, who had been lulled to sleep by his mother’s comforting ramblings. His cherubic lips were slightly parted and his tuft of dark hair was standing up in a little baby mohawk. A shadow of the presence she’d felt when she was under the spell of the diary floated in her peripheral vision and she focused with all her might on the baby so it wouldn’t take her.
    “Are you going to set him up with Mel, since she has a crush on him?” Piper said, forcing her voice to sound normal and not look around the room for any dark presence. There’s nothing there, she told herself. There’s no need to look.
    “Probably not. I think he’s in his late twenties, early thirties, so he’s way too old for her. He’s very charismatic. If I weren’t a sad old single mother, I’d probably have a little crush on him too.” Evie sighed and sank further into the armchair, looking like she needed a nap as much as Magnus. “So, what did you do all afternoon?” she asked, looking over at the desk.
    Piper glanced at the stacks of books, hoping she’d completely hidden the diary. Evie was rightfully scared to death of the thing and would ardently oppose Piper studying it. She wasn’t even