Chapter 113

Once upon a time I'd had a mother who loved magic. She'd snuggled under the covers with me, told me all sorts of fantastic tales, and taught me to believe in the impossible. I'd lost a lot growing up and I'd stopped believing in happily-ever-after.

But my mother had stopped believing in me.

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Pulling down my visor mirror, I carefully finger-combed my hair and reapplied my lipstick, determined to look my best for my next stop.

"Failure is not an option," I said, and turned the key. Moriarty didn't start until the third try. Third time's the charm, right? Taking it as a positive omen and not a sign that my life was about to derail, I drove to House Pacifica.

Levi often worked Saturdays - him being there now wasn't a stretch.

Veronica watched me approach with furrowed brows, speaking to someone over a headset. When I got to her desk, standing there politely and waiting for her to finish, she kept craning around me, looking for something.