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I cocked a brow. “I’m listening.”

“Alek mentioned you talked with Kingston’s cousin.”

“Dylan, yes.”

“Call him. Tell him what’s happened. Or better yet, call Kingston’s father. The minute Ronin Farrell hears his son is being forced to suffer, he’ll insist she drop the wards.”

“You beautiful genius.”

She beamed. “Thank you. I accept.” Snagging my phone off the charger, she handed it to me. “Go on. I’ll wait.”

I didn’t have Kingston’s father’s number, but I pulled up my newly added contact for Dylan and called him, nerves jangling in every cell.

He answered after three rings, just when I was about to give up. “Hey there, darlin’. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

His warm voice made me smile, setting me at ease, just like it had the last time we spoke. “Bad news. Kingston’s hurt, and he can’t shift and heal himself.”

“Fuck. Are you serious? Why can’t he shift?”

“There have been demon attacks. The headmistress has locked down all magic. None of us can shift.”