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rearview mirror. “Force him? That may be the way you witches do things, but we humans believe in free will.”
    “Why didn’t you tell him, Piper?” Sarah was angry.
    “He’s a child, Sarah!”
    “So?”
    “It’s a lot to take in. You want to be the one to tell a little kid that vampires and demons and witchcraft is real?”
    She crossed her arms stubbornly, “You should have told him. We need him.”
    I pulled off the side of the road into a gas station and parked the car. “We do need him, Sarah. You are right. But we don’t need him right this second. Give him some time. Trust me, we will have to tell him sooner or later. I just wasn’t ready to rush into it.”
    “That’s your problem, Piper,” Sarah snapped. “You’re too cautious. When have you ever rushed into anything?”
    “That’s not fair,” I said, “and there’s nothing wrong with being cautious. I don’t see why I should have to defend myself to you.”
    Pravus raised his hand, “May I say something?”
    “No!” we both said.
    “Cecily,” I asked, “why is he still here? Can we boot him out now?”
    She fingered the hilt of the Sword of Justice. “I suppose so,” she said reluctantly. “He seems to be innocent and even I do not wish to kill an innocent person.” She sighed. “I’m sure he has done other reprehensible things. Perhaps we could execute him for those?” she sounded hopeful.
    “No!” I yelled. “You cannot go around cutting off people’s heads for fun!”
    “Thank you,” Pravus said.
    “Shut up!” I snapped. “And get out of the car. You’re free to go and don’t come back.”
    He glared at me, “You’re kicking me out here?”
    “Yes. You have a problem with that? ‘Cause I could let Miss Psycho Decapitator here chop off your head if you want to stick around?”
    Pravus didn’t move.
    “Well?” I snarled. “What’s it going to be, because my lenience is about to run out. You are not my favorite person on a good day, and today is not a good day.”
    “My car is at my house,” he said flatly.
    “And?”
    “You expect me to walk?”
    “I don’t care if you hop a broomstick and fly there, just get out of my car,” my temper was quickly boiling over.
    “No.”
    “No?” I shrieked. Sarah’s eyes were the size of dinner plates. Cecily had a smirk on her face that enraged me even further. “Do you want to rethink that answer?”
    “No,” he said again.
    I was opening the car door to go back and kick his butt when my cell phone rang. What is it with cell phones? Growing up I had thought nothing of leaving the house without a phone, for the simple reason that we didn’t have them. Oh, we had a cell phone. It was just the size of a phone book, plugged into the car battery, and cost over four dollars a minute to use. Now if I forgot my phone I felt naked. How would people reach me? What if my car broke down? What if I needed help?
    I also had to check it the instant it rang. Sure, it could go to voicemail, but I had to know who was calling, even if I didn’t want to talk to them. Especially if I didn’t want to talk to them. So, even though I was furious and getting ready to administer a beat-down, or at least try, I stopped and checked my phone. Habit.
    The display read ‘Home” so I answered. “Hello.”
    “Hi, Mommy!” A little voice said.
    “Hey, sweetie!” I cooed. “Are you having fun with Daddy?”
    This was supposed to be a girls’ weekend out. Sarah and I had said that we wanted to reconnect and work on our relationship. Mom, Dad, and my husband, Mark, all thought that we were relaxing and talking and shopping. We were due back the next night and I missed my family more than I wanted to admit. Toddlers can drive you nuts sometimes, but I love my two little girls and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
    Megan had just turned five and already had quite the little attitude. “Daddy lets us do whatever we want!” she told me excitedly.
    “Really,” I said dryly.