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She exhaled. “I left, okay. My magic is not like yours. Last night I accepted that it’s not fair for any of you to be around me, so I grabbed my bag and left. I didn’t expect to meet Soren on my way. It’s a long story, the whole thing is, but we brought Wayland back to help.”
Leora stared at her. “Tess, why would you ever consider yourself a burden? To any of us? You’re our friend, regardless of magical status, and that’s the way we plan to keep it.”
Water lined Thessa’s eyes. “Things are different now. I’mtoodifferent.”
“And like I said, that’sokaywith us.”
“More than okay,” Beatrix added.
Three gracious sets of eyes met hers.The idea of witches helping demons was a concept she wasn’t familiar with.
“But please, what else can you tell us?” Leora questioned.
“I don’t think the soldiers know who helped Soren and Emiel escape, they didn’t recognize me and didn’t mention anyone else.”
“They saw you?”
“Yes.”
“And what happened?”
“What happened is precisely why I need you all to pretend I don’t exist, and stay as far away from this as possible.”
Leora exhaled. “I’m absolutely not pretending you neverexisted, and the same goes for staying out of it. We’ve been praying all day, helping is what I’m meant to do. Let me. Let us.”
Ivy added, “I can speak for both of us.” She eyed Beatrix before continuing, “We’ve spent one too many days folding linens. We’ve needed a push to get out of the townhouse, and this is it. We want to help, however we can.”
Leora stood and proclaimed, “Sounds settled then, let’s go.”
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LECTURE NOTES FROM INTRO TO CULINARY ARTS:
A Simple Pickling Liquid
6 clove buds
2 star anise (whole)
8 coriander seeds
2 thyme sprigs
2 tbsp sugar
1.5 cups vinegar
1.5 cups water
Thessa blew out a long breath, sending a lock of her hair skyward.
The maple-smoked turkey on rye she’d eaten was her favorite sandwich at The Pickled Radish. Jars of pickled fruits and vegetables spread across the table were an added bonus of eating here.
Emiel had suspected something was wrong the moment Wayland entered the eatery. After forcing everyoneto stay and eat, Leora had moved with the McPorter brothers to a quieter area—away from mead-swiggers.
Stabbing a pickled cherry with her fork, Thessa took another bite. Rather than eating, Soren had been monitoring the door and windows.
Ivy and Beatrix were still conjuring up their exit strategy, knowing the house matron wouldn’t be pleased with losing them both. “We can say my uncle from Gravenport has become undone with swollen tongue; he’ll need us to do his bidding.”