Seven
J.T. lay in bed beside me, snoring softly. My phone’s display read 1:07 a.m., still I couldn’t sleep. I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to will myself to fall back asleep. I tried to go over what I remembered about pulling Kevin’s magic out of him, but both it and sleep eluded me.
“I believe this is one of those instances where asking for assistance would be helpful,” a soft female voice said from the doorway.
I rolled over to find the figure of Theodora Harrow—my ancestor—standing there. She smiled at me kindly, but with a touch of exasperation. Before she’d pointed me in the right direction with the kidnappings. Maybe she could give me a hint in the right direction this time, too. I crawled out of bed so as not to wake J.T. and together Theodora and I moved to the l
