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revealed the object to Shawna, who gasped in horror when she saw it was a dagger.
    “Holy hell! Where did you find that?”
    “In my bedroom. It was lying on the floor. And there’s more, it had this note with it.”
    Shawna read the note silently, and then looked back up at Catherine, her brow furrowed with worry. She grabbed hold of Catherine’s arm, her voice tense, as she whispered, “You know you have to tell Joe, right?” Joe was the town’s sheriff.
    Her friend nodded, looking broken. “Yeah, I know. I’m more worried that this was in the house. That means whoever left it here got in when my mum was around.”
    “Aw, hell.” Shawna jumped up, pacing about the living room. “Well, I’m not leaving either of you alone tonight. I’m staying here.” At Catherine’s utter of protest, Shawna shook her head vehemently. “No, I’m not arguing about it, I’m staying. And that’s final.”
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    Caden leaned back on his small bed, kicking his boots off to hit the floor. Mrs Delfoy had turned out to be a very pleasant eighty-year old woman , who had bustled around making sure he had everything he needed.
    Leaning on his elbow, he reached over for his large glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the crystal-like glass. He took a large sip, savouring the warm, slightly spicy taste roll down his throat. Closing his eyes in appreciation, he licked his lips, letting the taste linger just a little longer. Placing the glass back onto the plastic-wood drawers, he leaned back in the bed, resting his head on his arms. He stared out of the window, looking up at all the silvery stars sitting in the velvety blanket of the night sky.
    That woman today intrigued him. Of course, it was no coincidence that he had met up with her; he had intended to meet her. But what he hadn’t been prepared for was how much she had charmed him. Her gentle Northern English accent, the way she blushed shyly whenever she had looked at him, her stunning green eyes and curling hazelnut hair.
    She had stunned him. Caden had noticed her friend trying to flirt with him, and normally he would have taken more notice; after all, her friend had also been gorgeous. But she didn’t hold a candle to Catherine. Although he had covered it quickly, she almost had him tongue-tied.
    But he couldn’t think of her in that way. Caden sighed, and rolled over, the bed springs protesting loudly. He had to keep his mission in mind at all times. There was only one reason he was here, and one reason only. A sudden sharp pain spiked through his gum. Wincing, he rubbed it with his finger, trying to sooth it.
    He was going to have to stop drinking whiskey, and start drinking something else.

Chapter 3
     
    C atherine opened her eyes blearily, trying to blink away the fuzziness of sleep. Yawning loudly, she tried to sit up, the light sheet covering her falling down the bed. The vibrant red walls of her bedroom met her vision, mentally waking her up a little more. Although everyone thought she was shy and retiring, she secretly had a passionate, exciting side of herself that no-one ever saw. But it wasn’t as if she allowed herself to show it very much, after…
    Shaking that thought from her head, Catherine twisted, and let her legs fall over the side of the bed, letting her feet touch the soft woollen rug below. Dressed only in her pyjama shorts and top, she padded through to her sitting room, willing herself to wake up more.
    Shawna was already up; sat in the centre of the room surrounded by a circle of salt. She was sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in concentration, her mouth moving silently. Catherine turned to leave, but Shawna opened her eyes and spotted her, and called her over.
    “Morning, girl! It’s alright; I’m just doing a protection spell. Come and sit with me. There, just in front of me.”
    Catherine obediently sat in front of her, crossing her legs in reflection. “You know I can’t help you, right?” Her tone held a note of