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I didn’t like the idea of confronting Ilsa again, but I wanted to truly rule her out before I took further action. I was more on edge now than I’d been at any point during the investigation, and I hated the feeling of paranoia. Being a witch living in the mundane realm meant there wasn’t much that fazed me, so when something did, I felt rattled.
I didn’t think Ilsa would hurt me, but what if she was the killer, and by closing in, I put her in a desperate position? Would she attack me? It was worrisome, and I armed myself with several wards on my person as well as the presence of the parakeets. Their energy synergized with my passive as well as active magic.
I was getting to know downtown Dove’s Creek better than I ever had before, with all this travel back and forth. I came to Ilsa’s
