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Turning to the counter, Roxy lifted the lid of the

ceramic cookie jar and peered inside. Empty. Damn.

Usually it was at least half full of homemade cinnamon

cookies.

She was starving. With a mental shrug, she headed

for the fridge, yanked it open and sagged in disappointment.

“Tomorrow is shopping day,” Calliope commented

as she filled the kettle and set it on the stove. Her voice

was tight, and Roxy knew the whole scar-on-her-chest

issue wasn’t resolved yet. Might as well feed herself

while Calliope decided exactly what she wanted to

say.

Bypassing the leftover steak, she reached behind a

carton of plain yogurt for a plastic container. She popped

the lid. Looked like cold rice, chickpeas, and…dried

cranberries? Weird. She leaned in and sniffed. Balsamic

vinegar. Feta. With a shrug, she got a fork from the

drawer and dug in, leaning one hip against the counter.

Again, she felt that odd sensation, not quite a feeling

of being watched, but something similar. A warning.

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Setting the fork down, she straightened off the

counter.

“Calliope,” she said. “You getting anything?”

Her mentor was instantly alert, features taut. Her

brows drew together in a frown.

“I sense nothing, but it doesn’t mean that nothing is

there. What do you feel?”

“Cold. Not like a temperature, like an emotion. Inside me. I—”

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