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“Here,” Evelyn reached across the two front seats and handed me a small vial with a black liquid.
I took it. “This is it?”
“Yup. It’ll give you fake powers for an hour or two,” she explained.
I glanced from the vial to Killian, seated behind the steering wheel. He had been even quieter and more impassive since we came back to the inn from the club late last night.
For appearances, Evelyn and I stayed at the club for another three hours, until the party started to wind down. We told Cyrene we had been traveling and looking for them for weeks and were tired, and she didn’t seem one bit concerned about it.
Killian and Asher waited for us at the car, parked a good ways from the club. Asher kissed Evelyn on the lips and asked dozens of questions of how it had been, what we talked about,
