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“I just don’t know how much longer I can take it.” Elizabeth leaned her head against my shoulder. Her scent of summer flowers cut through the smell of coffee and fresh-baked pastries that filled the dining room of the Consortium.
I took a sip of my cappuccino, blocking the wonderfulness of Elizabeth’s fragrance enough that I could focus on her words instead of drifting into the lovesick, blissful state where concentrating got really hard.
“I understand they’re mad,” Elizabeth pressed on. “I did technically run away from home for two days.”
“And break into the Library and secretly take over Manhattan’s magical government,” Devon added from behind the counter.
“They don’t know that,” Elizabeth said. “My parents think I went on a post-traumatic tear through the city after seeing my lun
