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tucked her lightly silver-streaked, auburn hair neatly behind her ear. I saw that she had on crescent moon earrings today. “I also foresaw a silly accident,” she looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “I assume he is the reason you have a scraped knee?”
    Aunt Gwen looked a bit peeved, but was still speaking pleasantly. She dabbed my knee with something, I assumed was homemade, out of the glass bottle. I expected it to sting, but it didn’t. Next she got out a big bandage and quickly covered the area. So while she competently worked on my knee, I filled her in and assured her that it was simply an accident, and that no, he didn’t hurt me at all. He actually was sweet and had walked me home.
    “Duncan Quinn?” She asked me after I finished telling her about my morning adventure.
    “Yes, he seemed really nice.” I said, and took my foot out of her lap.
    “Well, well...” Aunt Gwen hummed thoughtfully. “Rebecca Drake’s son makes his move.”
    “Wait.” I put a hand on her arm to stop her as she turned away. “Do you know Duncan?”
    “I knew his mother.” Aunt Gwen said cautiously after a moment. She stood up, walked over to the cabinet, and put the bottle and the first aid box away.
    “He said his family was into real estate but that he restored and flipped houses.” I told her. And that got me no response. “He didn’t seem thrilled about living in that big old stone house, he called it a mausoleum,” I added. Aunt Gwen still didn’t answer me. She seemed lost in her own thoughts.
    I fiddled with the bandage on my knee and waited for her to reply. As I waited for my aunt’s response, I started to feel a tightening in my stomach. I got the sinking feeling that there was something here that she that didn’t want me to know. While I ruminated over that, Merlin hopped up into my lap to knead and purr.
    Aunt Gwen knelt down and placed her right hand on my skinned knee. She took a controlled breath and I felt her fingers grow warm while they sat lightly on top of the bandage. I waited while she repeated a quiet healing charm over it. After she finished, she patted me on the leg. “We’ll talk about it later.”
    “So, that healing thing you just did? That was pretty cool.” I rubbed a hand over Merlin’s kitty head for courage, and then I asked her what I’d been working up to for days. “Will you teach me about the family’s legacy? You know, the magick part.”
    I watched my aunt’s face light up. “We’ll begin with magickal theory and the basics of the Craft, right away.”
    “When will you teach me how to do spells?” I wanted to know.
    She raised an eyebrow at me. “After you have a bit of time and study under your belt, perhaps later this year.”
    I sighed in disappointment.
    “I think you’ll find helping out at the shop educational. You can learn a lot about the tools and supplies of the Craft there.” Aunt Gwen gathered up her purse and paperwork for the day.
    For some reason, I frowned after my aunt. I had to wonder... was she stalling? Why wouldn’t she teach me any spells?
    Now, I did not consider myself very empathic. I couldn’t feel emotions like my cousin Holly could, but, Witch or not, everybody has instincts. And mine were screaming that something was definitely up. Which made me wonder, since I had just experienced a waking vision about Bran, if maybe mine were ratcheted up a few notches? There was a noticeable tension in my aunt that wasn’t there a few moments ago. I also had the distinct feeling that Aunt Gwen was concerned, and that she did not approve of Duncan Quinn. But why?
    My musings were cut short as Bran walked back in the kitchen to retrieve his briefcase. Ivy trailed behind him, grumbling. So I got up, which annoyed the cat, then snagged my own purse, and followed them out through the conservatory, filled with green plants and herbs, and finally out to the garage.
    “I’d like to talk to you later, anyway.” I said to my aunt as I walked past