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“We'll stand guard,” Rick said and carefully settled the piece of jewelry in my hand. My skin tingled, and then heat radiated from the object. I pulled in a surprised breath. After a moment, the tingling dissipated. “You okay, Brie?” Rick asked, his hand hovering over mine. I swallowed, looking into his brown eyes. I waited. I felt an odd something, but nothing specific. “I'm getting nothing.” “It might be charmed,” Rick said. “Okay. Get rid of it.” I paused. “Wait. Put it in my purse.” I pointed to my purse on the floor. Rick took the earring out of my hand and stuck it inside my purse. We were quiet for a few heartbeats. Then I had to ask. “Tell me what you know about this witch?” “Kiel Saint Thomas is no saint by any means,” Rick said. “I knew her about five years ago. We dated.