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Magic Strikes  - Ilona Andrews

Derek raised his head, suddenly alert. “Incoming. Several people.”

 

Rene appeared in the doorway. “Your owner sends his apologies. It seems your original Stone won’t be joining you, but Durand sent in a substitute.” She stepped aside. “In you go.”

 

A familiar figure blocked the doorway. My feet froze to the floor. “Play nice,” Rene said and departed.

 

Funereal silence descended upon the room. Nobody moved.

 

“All right,” Curran said. “Let’s talk.”

 

 

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