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Which What?
“Uh…” I made a sweeping motion with Tangwystl. Yep. It was her, and she was really in my hand. “Hm.”
“Care to explain?” Alex asked.
Apparently the look of bafflement that I thought was on my face wasn’t.
Wembley returned with my scabbard in his hand. “Where’s your sword? Oh.” He c****d his head. “How’d that happen?”
“Um, we should hurry? Star won’t wait up all night for us?” I gave the guys a weak smile then snatched the scabbard out of Wembley’s hand and sheathed Tangwystl.
Alex opened the front door. “We’ll talk in the car, because we are talking about this.”
Nuts. That meant my magical sword landing in my hand—literally appearing from the ether—was exactly as weird as I thought.
“Hm.” I figured noncommittal was good, since I could hardly commit to giving info I d
