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John raised his hand. Of course.
"Yes?" I tried not to snap, but I'm pretty sure I did.
He flinched, but he went on, anyway. "What is a white phantom? Is there anything I, as an earth witch, can do to help?"
Well, that was an improvement. "To answer your second question, no. To answer the first… It's complicated and gets to the heart of Fae death and rebirth."
"How so?" Lawrence's curiosity about all things Fae had apparently been piqued again, but he, too, offered, "If we know, maybe we can assist."
Rhys and I sighed in tandem like we'd practiced the move.
"Top secret stuff there, mate. And I thought it was just a legend."
Sir Raleigh snorted, and I didn't need him to talk to me in secret conversation to get his meaning—Dumbass.
Rhys glared at the grimalkin, then pulled
