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part sounds good, and I am a little hungry,” Addie admitted.
    Ian shrugged off his coat and began rolling up his sleeves. “Go. I’ll take care of this.”
    Addie remained long enough to give him some instructions, then followed Elysia up the stairs.
    “Sit.” Elysia waved a hand at the kitchen table. “I’ll bring some sandwich fixings over.”
    “I’m not an invalid,” Addie said.
    “You’re not completely well, either—despite what the doctor says.” Elysia walked to the refrigerator to gather the lunchmeat, cheese, and a few other items. It had been a long day; a simple meal sounded best. Chair legs scraped across the floor behind her, and she made an effort not to smile.
    “This is so frustrating,” Addie complained.
    “You’re getting stronger every day.” Elysia set the items on the table and returned to the refrigerator for more. “Few people recover from an attempted soul ripping.” Addie had nearly been killed by a rogue grim. No, she had been killed. It was only through the efforts of her friends—both Old Magic and New—that she had been brought back.
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    Elysia rested a hand atop the refrigerator door and leaned down, eyeing the shelves. Where had the brown mustard gone? It wasn’t in the door, but she knew they had some.
    “Don’t trouble yourself with the mustard,” Addie said. “I prefer mayo on cold cuts.”
    Elysia straightened and frowned over the top of the door at her.
    Addie finished opening the honeyed ham and looked up. Understanding dawned on her face an instant later. “I did it again.”
    “Or I did.” Elysia closed the refrigerator.
    Addie frowned. Neither of them knew how it worked, but ever since Elysia had used her necromancy to help save Addie’s life, Addie would occasionally pick up on her thoughts. Ian had suggested that Elysia was projecting them, and since Elysia had come so close to binding Addie’s soul, the two of them shared a connection. Ian could project his thoughts into someone’s mind without speaking, so it wasn’t a surprising ability for Elysia to have, but she feared it was something more. Alexander was a ghoul master with an ability to bind the living—and she was his descendant, too.
    Elysia gathered the plates, bread, and utensils, and carried them to the table.
    “As long as you don’t share any of your fantasies about James with me, we’re good.” Addie gave her a wink.
    “That shouldn’t be a problem. I pissed him off earlier.”
    Addie lifted a brow, but didn’t ask.
    “He doesn’t want me to go before Alexander, and when he brought it up in front of Doug, I more or less commanded him to shut up.”
    “Ouch.”
    “I shouldn’t have done that.” She shook her head. “But I’m just so tired of everyone doubting me. I can do this.”
    “We’re just worried about you.” Addie pulled out a couple of slices of bread and began building a sandwich.
    “Which is why you’re wearing yourself out in the lab.”
    “If it wasn’t you, I’d find another reason. I’d go crazy if I had to be cooped up in this apartment much longer.”
    “It has provided ample snuggle time with Rowan.” Elysia winked, then grabbed a couple slices of bread.
    “He’s as bad as Ian. The doctor’s word is law as long as he’s prescribing rest. The moment the guy clears me, his advice doesn’t mean squat.” She rolled her eyes.
    Elysia smiled. “Have you considered using lingerie to get your way?”
    Addie snorted, though a little color showed in her cheeks. It was an improvement. Ian was right; she was too pale.
    “I don’t own any,” Addie admitted.
    “Oh, we’ve got to remedy that.”
    The blush darkened. “You’re not taking me underwear shopping.”
    “I could tell Era. I bet she’d have you a drawer of the stuff before the day is out.”
    “Don’t you dare.” She looked so horrified that Elysia couldn’t help but laugh. Addie was a curious mix of brazen confidence and shy insecurity. She would go toe-to-toe