“Ms. Coolidge.”
John’s voice pulled her back to her feet. Derek followed her to the circle John had created, but everything looked the same as when she’d left.
“It might be wise to find Mr. Madding soon,” John said.
“Why?”
“I think I know what it is we’re dealing with here.”
Her breath caught. “Can you get rid of it?”
A dark smile curved his mouth. “It would be my pleasure.”
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