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  I swallowed hard, thinking about Lily, how desperate and bereaved she’d sounded on the phone. I couldn’t let her down but turning myself into Clementine Battle's bitch seemed like a hefty price to pay.

  “Forget it,” she said, waving me off with a quick flick of the wrist. “Permission denied.”

  “Wait!” I gripped the edge of my counter. “I’ll do it.”

  She raised both brows. “You’ll do what?”

  “I’ll be more involved with the witch community, and I’ll owe you a favor.”

  “Two favors now.”

  My aggravation made my fingers spark. Channeling electricity was one of the first kinds of magic I’d mastered, and occasionally, when my frustration level rose, it manifested like static electricity. “Yes,” I finally said. “Two favors.”

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Grandma. I'll owe you two favors." Did I forget to mention that Clementine "Battleaxe" Battles" is my grandma? But when she put my father, her only son in jail, it sort of drove a wedge between us. Ugh. I hated that I needed her help.

  “Correct answer, Granddaughter.” She smiled, obviously pleased with herself, and produced a card. She handed it to me. “So mote it be.”

  I automatically recited back, “So mote it be,” as I took the card. The small, white rectangle had one word on it: Pass.

  “What’s this?”

  “It’s your Get Out Of Jail Free card. The witches of Paradise Falls will know it’s from me.”

  “Thank—” Before I could finish, she poofed out. “Wow.”

  “No kidding,” Tizzy said, still under the couch. “That is one terrifying witch!”

  “Yes, she is. And you had to go and poke her. What was all that crap about a terrible smell? You have a death wish?”

  She peeked her head out from under the couch and looked up at me. “You want me on my best behavior, then warn me the next time you invite her over.”

  “I didn’t invite her.” I tucked the white card into my wallet. “It doesn’t matter. I’m alive. You’re alive. Neither of us are in jail. And we have a murder to solve.” In the last place on earth I ever wanted to see again. “We’ve got packing to do.”

  Tizzy scurried up the couch until she was on top of the backrest and squealed her excitement. “Seriously?” She fist pumped the air. “Road trip!”

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