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Petra’s shoulders sagged. “So you can’t help us?”

“Afraid not. In fact, Argyle here is hoping you and your mate will helpme, actually.”

“He’s not—” No point in arguing with the old witch. It didn’t matter anyway. “So Argyle is loyal to you instead of Del—er, Dahlia?”

“I protect from evil spirits,” Argyle answered for himself. “Delilah is evil. Ginger is not.”

“Thank you for taking care of my daughter,” Petra said.

“She’s beautiful,” Ginger said with a wistful smile. “And such a good baby.”

“How come Delilah brought her here to you?” Petra asked.

“It’s not the first time she’s brought me something or someone to watch over while she intimidates someone else. She knows how much I wish I could be a grandmother, and she refuses to ever have another baby, so this is how I get my fixes.” She stroked the baby’s downy head.

Wow. Delilah was a piece of work. And her single offspring, Gabe, had managed to become a decent person despite the two people who had created him. Maybe Petra should have given him more of a chance over the years.

Well, she couldn’t change the past, but she certainly could improve the future. Assuming, of course, they could get out of Delilah’s clutches tonight.

“Okay, so we need to keep from dying, and then convince your daughter to break the curse on you,” Petra summed up.

“Yep. And if you do that, I can break the curse on your colony.”