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Zoe Sandoval-McAllister
Zoe shifted slightly on the leather recliner Evan had bought for her not too long after Michael was born, trying to find a more comfortable position. Usually she could relax into the chair and start dozing off immediately — and God only knew, she needed her sleep, when the baby still didn’t stay down all night, despite being almost eight months old. This afternoon, however, she was restless, on edge, although she couldn’t really say why. Yes, there were those problems with that warlock in Southern California, but Luz seemed to have all that handled, and besides, nothing had really happened for the past few weeks….
The energy lanced into her, white-hot, so bright she gasped aloud and clutched the recliner’s arms. Her fingers scrabbled for the remote on the tabl
