Anan’s POV

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The criminal was in cuffs.

 

I had tracked the residual magic on the stolen goods straight to the warehouse and held the binding spell long enough for the others to move in. It was clean work. Fast. The kind of thing that made the captain nod once and move on to the next problem.

 

The team was still talking near the open doors of the trailer that served as a mobile station. Voices overlapping. Someone laughing too loudly from the leftover adrenaline. 

I stood a little apart, hands in my pockets, trying to ignore the low heat that had started crawling up my spine the moment Jones...