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Even with having to rent a car, they were still out of New York and headed into Connecticut by ten-thirty that morning. The drive would take around two hours, putting them in Litchfield just in time for lunch. They’d agreed that sounded like the best thing to do — they’d go have a meal, just like a couple of regular tourists visiting the town…and then they’d see what happened next.
Randall reminded himself not to get his hopes up. There was every chance they wouldn’t encounter a Winfield at all. From what he’d been able to tell, not every prima could sense whether a strange witch or warlock had entered her territory — and, as Joanna had pointed out, there was every chance that he wouldn’t even register as one, considering his father had been a member of that clan.
Supposedly. Winfiel
