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“You’re sure she was a witch?” Jake asked. His tone was frankly skeptical, but at least he seemed willing to hear his brother out.
“Yes,” Jeremy replied, practically biting off the single syllable. The way she’d given him the slip still rankled. His first chance to find an “orphan” on his own, and he’d royally blown it.
Then again, it wasn’t his job to be out in the field, chasing down random witches and warlocks. Jake’s afternoon of R&R with Addie — and Laurel’s little shopping expedition — had forced him to go running after the woman by himself.
They all sat at the dining room table at Jake’s house, a long oak piece that could seat up to twelve people, although at the moment, only four of them were clustered at the end near the window, which overlooked a dark backyard. Jake and Add
