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Diana arrived at the coven house within the hour, careful to park her bike out of sight. She walked to the side of the building, puzzling over a Yule log tradition that required the construction of a fireplace larger than her. Especially one built by a group that was so flammable.
It takes all kinds, she thought, knocking on a side door. It swung open to reveal Alec waiting inside.
“Did you get rid of the servants?” she asked.
He nodded. “They are currently running around town trying to find some information on the beetle pin or the woman who wore it. I told them you would come back if they didn’t find it,” he added with a grin. “I thought multitasking would be the most efficient way to go about this. Come on in.”
With a smirk, Diana stepped inside. The irony of being invited insid
