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the man who had saved my life. And, I realized to my
dismay, the man currently enlisting my dog as a ring bearer.
    "Hold still," she said, her breath tickling my bangs. She aimed
the musky sweet goo for my forehead, hitting me square above the left eye. It
felt sticky, wet and it smelled like roadkill. "You need all the help you
can get."
    "Thanks," I said, my learner's permit burning a hole in my pocket.
    "I have to go," Phil said, breathing heavily as he leaned both
hands on the windowsill. "She needs me. I need her. I need…" He
trailed off, confused.
    "Don't worry, bro. We're gonna fix it." Grandma tossed a packet of
dental floss at my head. Oral-B Superfloss, mint, to be exact. "Give me
two long strips, Lizzie."
    I knew better than to ask.
    Glad to be focused on Phil, instead of worrying about Dimitri, I unwound the
floss until it curled at my feet.
    "Now where's my Scope? Blasted travel size sinks right to the
bottom," she said, digging past her spare jeans. "I hate to be a candy-ass,
but sometimes I miss staying in one spot. Back in the day, we blessed a wood
cabin in the garden behind the coven house. Ant Eater planted mint, motherwort,
sage all around. They're the pit bulls of protective herbs, smell nice
too." She whistled through her teeth. "Good times."
    Before the coven was betrayed. Before my mom shirked her duty and the
witches were forced to run, go biker. I'd never realized Grandma missed her old
home. She played the part of the road warrior so well.
    I handed the lengths of floss to Grandma. She nodded, stuffing the candles
under her arm. She jerked her head toward the bathroom and, past the travel
Scope bottle in her mouth, said, "Thwiss way."
    She dumped the candles into the bathroom counter and spit the Scope bottle
into the sink while I turned on the light. "No," she flicked the
lights back off. "We have to do this in total darkness, so you might as
well get used to it." She glanced at the door. "It's the best way I
know to see what the hell is after him. And us."
    Phil peered inside the bathroom, confused.
    "Oh good," Grandma said, filching his white bowtie. "Focus
object," she said, twirling it around her finger.
    "Maybe we'd better get rid of Serena and be done with it." I
wasn't a big gambler. Sure, I wanted to learn about what I'd have to face in
the supernatural world, but not if it endangered Phil. As far as I was
concerned, we needed to free him and get him out of here.
    "Patience," Grandma said, easing Phil into the other room before
she closed the door on him. She placed the candles on either side of the sink,
with the bowtie in the middle. Then she lined the strips of dental floss above
the mirror and broke open the Scope. "Mint," she said, sniffing the
bottle. "It may not look as pretty as fresh herbs, but it'll work."
    "The floss too?"
    "This is road warrior magic. We have to use what we've got,"
Grandma sprinkled the Scope all over the sink, adding a liberal dose around the
base of each of the candles. "Mint on the altar is good for protection.
It'll help draw the magic too."
    I studied the plain hotel sink. So this was our altar.
    Grandma tossed me the Oral-B packet. "Why don't you floss up the place
while I go find some matches?"
    I wrapped the mirror in dental floss. I wound it in long strips over the top
third of the hanging glass, letting some dangle like Christmas garland to get
more coverage. Then I set to work, draping the sides until I'd used all two
hundred yards of the stringy green trim.
    Pirate
clickety-clacked
across the tile floor. "Say, that looks
pretty, Lizzie! I always said you knew how to decorate."
    "Out," Grandma ordered, sliding past him.
    "Don't worry. I won't make a peep," Pirate said.
    "I'm sorry, baby dog," I said, nudging him out the door. Whatever
we were doing in the near-dark with the mint and the candles had to do with
Phil's unholy connection to Serena. Once Grandma found out what she could, we'd
cut the demon off cold. I wasn't sure how it would go down,