Chapter One

Uncle Uzzi sipped his coffee before calmly retrieving his cell phone from where he sat in the back of the limo.

The summer morning was just starting to warm under that bright ball of fire in the sky. He smiled, happy he had left the windows rolled down.

It had been chilly when they'd started driving down from Cape Cod, where he had been away on business. Uzzi was quite the traveler. He had to be in order to bring his services where they were needed.

Regardless of the outside temperature, he was always comfortable in his light pants and sweater. His wife had said his sense of fashion was limited, but he never cared so long as he was comfortable. How he missed her, he thought and sighed.

“Yes, this is Uncle Uzzi,” he said with a knowing smile on his face.

“Of course,” Uzzi sat a little straighter in his seat, his smile turning down.

So this was why his magic had been acting up, so insistent he return to the Pride, he thought with a frown.