“You remember how when we were roomies in college, you set up that tangle of tripwires attached to tin cans so you’d know how late I got in so you could chew me out for it?” Rhiannon asked, wide-eyed.
“…Yeah. But I did that once.”
“This is about a million times worse, and magic.”
Morgan shoved her hands in her pockets. “Shit.”
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