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As quietly as possible, Ridley unlocked the door that led from the alley into the back rooms of Kayne’s Antiques. “I probably should have asked this earlier,” Archer said, “but that part about you taking me to your dad wasn’t true, was it?” He was speaking oddly now, almost in a ventriloquist sort of way. Probably trying to keep his swollen jaw from moving too much, Ridley realized.
“No,” she answered as she eased the door shut and turned the key. Her jacket was damp from the pattering rain they’d hurried through. She pushed her hood back and pulled the jacket off, then hung it on the back of the door. “But I do need to check my conjuration book for some of the movements,” she added. “The one I memorized the other day when I came to find you in the hospital was for broken bones. I need
