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you a witch who’s a doctor?” Jerame asked.
    “I haven’t gotten my Ph.D. yet,” she answered. “And it will be in physics, not necromancy.”
    Her words sent a spark of—something—through Jake. “Are there witches who talk to the dead? Who try to bring them back to life?”
    She smeared more of the ointment on Jerame’s back before she answered. “Back in the Middle Ages—there were some Tower wizards who experimented with that kind of nonsense. The Church burned them at the stake, and threw their shadow books onto the bonfires with them. Even the rest of the witches had to agree with the Inquisition on that decision.”
    “Talking to the dead isn’t a good thing? What about séances?”
    She sighed loudly. “I’m a witch, Piper, not a medium. I don’t know anything about talking to the dead.” She patted Jerame gently on the shoulder. “We’re done, babe.”
    Jake couldn’t shake the vision of Melchor talking to him. What if some of those magical books still existed?
    Jerame stood and stretched. Jake almost growled with jealousy as Dee looked over the nephelim ’s bare back. She’s examining her work , he told himself, and unclenched his fists before anyone noticed the telltale possessive gesture.
    Jerame left the room, saying, “Good hunting, dude,” as he walked past Jake.
    Jake moved toward the witch while she washed her hands in the bathroom sink. He was careful not to come too close. He didn’t want to spook her, or be caught by her scent or the radiated warmth of her skin.
    He couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the mirror this time, and there was more there than Dee’s and his own reflection. He caught a swirl of smoke, and—reflecting bubbles? Balloons? Whatever it was he thought he saw, the image flashed away almost as he saw it. He and Dee were the only ones there, looking at each other in the glass.
    “Well,” she asked his reflection. “What do we do now?”
    Jake didn’t have a clue, but he’d learned from something Tobias had once said: “Act like you have a plan, and something will come to you.”
    The pair of them couldn’t just stand around and hope the bad guys would come to them. He was too proud to ask the female how one normally went about investigating Tobias’s feelings. He doubted she’d have the answer anyway.

Chapter Five
    “Are we going to stand in the bathroom glaring at each other?”
    Piper turned and left Dee alone in the room. Watching him go was annoying, but it had to be said the man had a fine ass to watch walking way. She waited a moment before following him, so it wouldn’t be noticed that she followed him. Stupid and childish as this was, it was also a way of showing him he wasn’t the leader in this op they were on.
    “We’re partners,” she said coming up to him when they were back in the kitchen. “Just like on any Dark Angels op.” She would have loved to go up to Tobias and ask him what he wanted them to do next, but she guessed it wasn’t going to work that way. Besides, at the moment Tobias was occupied talking to Flare, the vampire female who was currently taking much of his attention.
    Piper nodded. “Like any other op, except for the total lack of information or clues.” He rubbed a thumb along his jawline. Then he looked around. “Mr. Lancer,” he called.
    Ben Lancer, the mortal man who was letting the Dark Angels use his home as a safe house while they were in Los Angeles, stood by the door which led to the garage. He was dressed in a black suit, and Dee guessed he was heading off for work. Ben Lancer might be old, but the silver-haired man was tall and imposing. He was head of a personal security company.
    He waited silently for Piper and Dee to come up to him, his expression stern and unreadable.
    “I’m in need of some assistance, sir,” Piper told Lancer. “I’ve heard something about there being a seer in your family.”
    Lancer hesitated. He looked Piper over with disapproval. “She’s got a Prime of her own