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he couldn’t sense me anymore. Had I recoiled into myself? Probably. I slid off Kane’s lap, relieved he didn’t try to stop me. Telling them about that day had helped, made me stronger, like I was in control. I stood and faced Kane. “I’m okay. I think you should check the doors and security cameras. I don’t know why Dan was here or why he appeared to be reliving that day, but I’m certain it was him. What we went through that day and how he felt isn’t something I’d forget or confuse.”
    Kane stood. “I have a good idea what he was doing here. What I don’t know is why.”
    Pyper and I stared at him, waiting.
    He opened the office door. “Come with me.” Clasping my hand in his once more, he led us into the middle of the club near the stage.
    “Where did those come from?” Pyper asked.
    “What?” I whirled. But she didn’t need to answer. Lined up against the wall were three life-sized voodoo dolls, only instead of being generic, they each had very distinct faces. They were cute, even. I was about to say so when one caught my attention. Without thinking, I found myself standing in front of her with my hand stretched out.
    “What are you doing?” Kane pulled my arm back.
    Startled, I stepped back and blinked. “I don’t know.” Had there been some sort of magnetic pull, or had it been my imagination?
    “Why would Dan put giant voodoo dolls in here?” Pyper asked.
    I frowned.
    Kane and Pyper were arguing about how Dan may have gotten in when I interrupted them. “Hey.” I pointed to the doll in front of me. “Take a look at her. What do you see?”
    Pyper gasped. “Oh my God. It’s Felicia, only without half her face burned off.”
    “And I’m pretty sure the others are Meri and Priscilla.”
    Kane nodded. “Right. Now you know why I was so worked up.”
    I squinted and moved closer. Then I stopped breathing. “Guys,” I whispered. “Meri’s the demon from yesterday’s vision.”
    “You’re kidding,” Pyper said, shock replacing her curiosity.
    “What?” Kane asked, confused.
    I sank into a chair, staring at the black-haired doll. The characterization was spot-on with her long, straight hair and gray eyes, but it was the sewn-on expression that made it clear the doll was her. High arched-eyebrows, defined cheek bones, and slightly puckered lips. I’d know her anywhere.
    “You sure?” Pyper asked.
    I nodded.
    “Can someone fill me in please?” Kane demanded.
    Oh. Right. I hadn’t actually given Kane the details, since I’d passed out before he’d arrived the night before. Then this morning, I’d left for work before he’d woken up. And let’s face it. I hadn’t wanted to talk to him anyway after the Lailah dreamwalk incident. The irritation from the night before came roaring back. I pushed it aside. This was much more important than some dream right now.
    Kane stayed silent through my entire explanation. When I finished, he just stared at me.
    “What?”
    He cocked his head and eyed the Meri voodoo doll. “You’re saying this doll represents a demon? And that your mother helped two witches summoned her, causing your mother’s disappearance?”
    “Yes. I mean, no. They were trying to summon an angel, except she’d already fallen and had become a demon.”
    “Didn’t Felicia say the three of them were sisters? Doesn’t that mean these other two are angels also?” Pyper asked, confusion pinching her face.
    I shrugged. “I guess they could be.”
    Kane shook his head. “Not likely. Angels are born into witch families and are very rare. It’s unheard of to have two in the same generation.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “How do you know that?”
    He shrugged. “I dated Lailah.”
    Jealousy coiled in my belly. Was it wrong to hate an angel?
    “Why do you think Dan brought these here? I mean, what’s the purpose?” Pyper moved in front of me, getting closer to inspect Felicia.
    “That’s the question of the hour,” I said. Felicia’s warning came roaring back.