I didn’t even try to hide my grin. As nervous as I was about what we might learn tonight, there was something almost nostalgic about Nigel and me working a job where at least one of us was naked. The last time had been in Rio de Janeiro, almost two years ago…which had, in many ways, been the start of everything for me.
Had it really been less than two years since I’d met the Magician of the Arcana Council, since I’d first stepped foot upon the path that had led me tonight to a witch’s door, on the eve of Armageddon? It didn’t seem possible.
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