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you’re right. I do wish I could be in both places at once.”
    Camille grinned. “I could try a bilocation spell—that way you could stay here and go with us. Want to bet that I could make it work?”
    Both Menolly and Shade stared at her.  
    Menolly snickered. “I’d pay to see that one.”
    Shade, however, let out a groan. He glanced at Delilah—she got it in her head to try out some of the damndest things at times—and shook his head. “So not a good idea. It’s not that I don’t trust you but…”
    “I wish you could.” Delilah jumped off the counter. “I’d love to go tramping around in the woods this weekend. Nerissa and I haven’t been able to go running in a long time. We need the exercise.” She shrugged. “I guess I can go running around Birchwater Pond in my panther form, right?” After a pause, she worried her lip and turned to Shade. “Can you run and grab my backpack for me? I need to give Camille something. It’s in the parlor.”
    Menolly shouldered her bags and headed out the door, waving behind her.  
    Shade frowned, but headed into the living room. Delilah was up to something, and it didn’t make him any easier that she obviously didn’t want him to know what. If it had just been girl talk, they would have ignored the fact that he was there and gone on to talk about clothes, makeup, daggers—all their favorite subjects. He was used to being a token girlfriend by default.
    The backpack was in the parlor like she’d said. Shade carried it to the kitchen, stopping short as he entered the room. There, on the counter, Delilah was licking her paw, in her tabby form. Camille, on the other hand, was frowning and tapping her foot as she stared at the cat. She darted a guilty look his way as he strode into the room.
    “Shade! Um…I see you found her backpack.” Camille blushed.
    Right then, he knew that something was wrong. Slowly, he set the pack on the counter. “Why is Delilah in her tabby form?”  
    Camille cleared her throat. “Well…Delilah, come on, shift back? Please?” She lifted the cat and snuggled her in her arms, petting the golden puffball.  
    Delilah’s cat form was a golden tabby—furry and long haired, with a big bushy tail. She almost looked like a Maine Coon, though she wasn’t quite as large as members of the breed ran. Delilah let out a purr, leaning against Camille as she rubbed Delilah’s head with her chin.
    “Delilah?...Delilah?” Shade frowned. Usually Delilah shifted when she was tired or wanted to play. Or, often, when she was stressed. “Did something scare her?”
    Camille shook her head, staring at the cat. “No. Nothing scared her. Come on, Delilah—shift back. Stop joking now.”
    But Delilah just wriggled in her arms and then, with a sudden leap, landed on the floor and raced into the living room. Shade swung around, staring at his sister-in-law-to-be. “What did you do , Camille?”
    She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just then, Menolly popped her head back in the door. “Camille? Are you coming?”
    “I…Oh, hell. All right, you’re going to find out anyway. It was Delilah’s idea. We both thought it would probably work since she was willing.” Camille glanced from Menolly to Shade.
    “And just what did you think would work?” Shade rubbed his forehead. He could feel a headache coming on. This was not the way he wanted to start a romantic weekend. “Just tell me.”
    Menolly leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a fangy grin on her face. “I have the feeling this is going to be a good one, whatever it is.”
    “While you were getting Delilah’s pack, she asked me to try the bilocation spell on her. It seems to have backfired and turned her into her cat form.” Camille frowned. “And now, she won’t shift back. Or she can’t. I don’t know which.”
    Shade groaned as he turned toward the living room. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere till I catch her.”
    Swearing under his breath, he headed into the