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William’s building looked a lot like the one I’d lived in with my mom before I accidentally destroyed it the first time the Ladies tried to kill me.
The cabbie stopped out front and swiped my black credit card while Eric swiped William’s keys.
“Thanks again,” I said as I slid out onto the sidewalk.
“No problem.” The cabbie smiled. “Call if you need anything.”
“In we go.” Eric held William’s keys in his hand but muttered a spell to open the door rather than actually use them.
The lock turned without a noise.
My heart rocketed up to my throat as I wondered if William had used whatever spell-dampening weirdness he’d created at the library on this building, too. I looked down at his socks. “Nudla.” With a tiny hiss, all the nasty sidewalk gunk vanished from the paisley-patterned mate
