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Kendria
I took another lap around the great room of the lodge again. They were almost late. They weren't late yet, but they would be sixteen minutes from now. I glanced at the clock on the mantle of the stone fireplace and chewed on my lip.
"Will you stop pacing?" Harlie said irritably. "You're setting my teeth on edge."
She was on the couch, painting her toenails. Before that, it was her fingernails, and before that, it was twining several small braids into her hair, which she somehow magically turned into a great hairstyle. Self-improvement was one of Harlie's ways to overcome anxiety and impatience. Mine? Pacing.
I slowed down, but didn't stop. "They should be close to the border soon."
"And we'll know when they're close, because we'll be able to mind
