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Julia It’s bright when I wake up, and for a moment, I’m completely disoriented. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that I’m lying on the couch in the living room. A throw blanket covers my legs, but there’s no other sign of Zeke. Wasn’t he just here? I sit up and shake the sleep from my body. Even though the living room lights are on, I can tell that it’s dark out. What time is it? My purse sits on the coffee table in front of me alongside the vial of Mama Janvier’s potion. Sickened by the mere sight of it, I slide the bottle back into my bag before fishing my cell phone out instead. The clock on the lock screen tells me it’s almost four in the morning. How had I slept so long? Still groggy, I stand and pick my way into the hallway. The house is cool and dark. It strikes me tha