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I am to be one of those hostages. Which means you’ll

be on your own as long as I’m gone.” She stepped back

and swept her hand before her. “Come inside.”

Headway. Calliope had actually revealed something

important. Roxy walked past her into the house, then

offered tit for tat, information flowing both ways. “I

was out of touch because I had a less-than-friendly

visit from an entire platoon of fucking fire genies.”

She waited a beat, not really expecting Calliope to

express surprise but offering her the chance just in case

she wanted to break tradition.

“You do attract the oddest friends.”

“Do tell.”

Calliope reached past her and closed the door. She

didn’t lock it. What was the point? Calliope was in no

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danger from the average human. And a lock wouldn’t

offer any protection from even a low-level supernatural.

And locking a wooden door against something like,

say, a fire genie was probably more than a little redundant.

Calliope turned, looked at her, and went still. Her

eyes narrowed then widened a fraction of an inch.

Without asking for leave, she reached out and caught

the neckline of Roxy’s T-shirt, dragging it down to

bare the top of her chest. Roxy followed Calliope’s

gaze to the raised ridge of her healing scar.

All color washed from Calliope’s face. She looked

sick, shaken. Which left Roxy feeling sick and shaken

because Calliope never lost it. Ever.

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