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being dead, you know.”
    â€œI think we should all go home and get some rest,” I recommended. “It’s been a long day and we’re all on edge. We’ll meet back here tomorrow to resume training.”
    â€œSounds like a good idea.” Brian put his arm around Dorothy’s shoulders. “How about dinner, beautiful?”
    â€œI think Molly’s right,” Dorothy said, surprisingly stern about it. “I think we should each go home and get some rest. I’m exhausted. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    â€œOkay.” His smile vanished. “I’ll be here. Just don’t take off with your dad without telling me, okay?”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Olivia asked. “Dorothy’s not going anywhere with Drago. I’ve told her what he’s really like. She knows better. She wouldn’t do anything like that after all I went through to keep her safe.”
    â€œDon’t take this the wrong way,” he replied, “but I know what it’s like to have relatives who are uber powerful and want to lead you astray. It can be very seductive.”
    He and Olivia stared at Dorothy as though she was a specimen they were about to dissect.
    â€œI’m not going anywhere with Drago,” she denied. “I mean, sure he was captivating and knows everything after being alive so long. No telling what he could teach me andthe wonders of the world that he could show me.” She took a deep breath. “But I’m not interested.”
    Brian appeared unconvinced. Olivia looked tearful and uncertain.
    â€œReally,” Dorothy continued, “I’m not interested—at least not enough to run away with him. Maybe to have lunch with him. Or drinks. Or something. What? He’s my father. I can’t just ignore him even if he is evil.”
    Dorothy said good night and picked up her mother’s staff so that Olivia’s ghost would accompany her. It was the only thing that tethered Olivia to her earthly form. Olivia had collected runes for it—she was an air witch—for many years. Dorothy, an earth witch, was only able to wield her mother’s staff because they were blood relatives. Dorothy’s own tool was a piece of emerald cull.
    As soon as they were out the door, Brian turned to me and Elsie.
    â€œI’m not gonna get a wink of sleep worrying about her. I might as well hang around their house until we find out what’s going on. I wish I wouldn’t have found an apartment already. I could still be living with them. You two want to take shifts on this or what?”
    â€œI really think this is Dorothy’s decision,” Elsie said. “Like you said, many witches have powerful, seductive friends and relatives who could lead them astray. She has to figure this out for herself.”
    â€œBut she doesn’t have the background for it,” he argued. “I grew up in the Fuller family with the Grand Council breathing down my neck and my parents trying to tell me what I should do. Dorothy doesn’t have that experience. And she trusts everyone.” Brian, an air witch, took out his wand.
    â€œI think Elsie’s right,” I agreed with her. “We can’t actively interfere, as much as we might like to. But the three of us could put a locator spell on her so that if he doesmanage to convince her to leave, we could find her. It would give us the chance to talk some sense into her.”
    â€œOkay.” He nodded. “Let’s do that. I’m not giving her up without a fight.”
    â€œThat’s the spirit.” Elsie patted him on the back. “You have to fight for what you want. Look at me and Larry. We couldn’t even be together if it was up to other witches and the council.”
    Elsie was a fire witch. She took out her sword and repeated an incantation for power.
    I was a water witch—the most powerful among us as far as elements went. Wilmington was in a