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Forty minutes later

"Thank you so much for coming." Bethany runs and hugs me like a close friend would, even though we barely know each other as I step into the house.

"I need your help."

"I know. You told me that over the phone." I remind her and when her eyes sadden, I ask. "What's wrong?"

"Yes, please help me ask her what's wrong with her because I am not a magician that reads mind." I hear the angry voice alongside the footsteps coming downstairs and I look behind her to see Keenan looking anything but angry.

Bethany turns to him with a glare. "Magicians don't read...