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Levi
His head was aching. When Levi reached up to attempt to determine the source of the pain, he found a large, tender bump on the back of his skull. At once he winced and removed his fingers, knowing that continuing to touch the sore spot wouldn’t do him any good.
With the pain, memory came flooding back. How he’d been marched out the front door of the apartment and down the stairs, all his much-vaunted magical gifts of no use, thanks to Joaquin Escobar’s null powers. When they reached the parking lot and approached a dark gray van with California plates, Levi had begun to struggle in earnest, knocking two of the warlocks who held him to the pavement. He’d seized that opening, had begun to run — only to have the third warlock, a big burly man who looked as if he once played that vio
