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me to go pull the sink outta the kitchen and throw it in there for you?”
    “Nobody likes a smart-ass warlock.”
    “You do.”
    “Not always. Always love him though.”
    “Care to prove it?”
    “Not right at the moment. Need to finish packing. You think there’s any chance at all we can have just a normal trip to Vegas this time?”
    “ I gave up hope several lifetimes ago anything we do or any trip we take’s gonna be normal.”
    I sighed. Yeah, “ordinary” waved bye-bye to us long ago.
    “Stacy said Mom an d Daddy were actually flying in for the wedding. Mom’s mellowing out.”
    My mother’d never forgiven me for my own wedding. All that planning she’d done, and then I up and changed a few things on her. Nothing major. Okay, so I got married in Vegas in the Tunnel of Love Drive-Thru. I’d just changed the location. And the groom. And the guest list, seein’ as how there kind of weren’t any. I hadn’t thought she’d be any fonder of Stacy’s wedding plans, either, but at least Stacy did give advance notice. And give her a chance to actually get there.
    “Missed one daughter’s wedding, doesn’t want to miss both of them. But does your Dad actually know how to ride a motorcycle?”
    “Oh, c’mon! It’s a drive-thru, doesn’t have to be on a motorcycle. Spike said he’d put them in his Beemer. Mom’d probably forgive either of them anything. I mean, after all, Stacy’s bringing a doctor into the family. Drives a Beemer and everything. Even if he does live in Vegas.”
    “Far cry from a disreputable PI, for sure.”
    “She’s warming up to you, Magic Man. Though I’m not surprised. That magical charm of yours.”
    “I resent that. I would never misuse power just to make your mother like me. It’s natural charm, pure and simple.”
    I laughed and walked over to my dresser. I hesitated a minute and then pulled open a drawer. I licked my lips in indecision. But I couldn’t fight it. Yeah, this needed to come with me. I walked back to the bed and placed the case firmly in the top pocket of the suitcase and slammed the lid shut.
    “There! All done!”
    “The Tear? You’re taking the Tear of Isis to Vegas? Why?”
    Back to Resurrection. A trip to Savannah and an encounter with the Resurrection Society a few months back crowned me the reluctant Seer of the Tear of Isis. The crystal pendant that allowed a person to see their past lives as they gazed into it. And allowed the Seer to see it, too.
    “I don’t know why, okay? I just know—I need to take it.”
    Chad stared at me. “Baby girl, remember what I told you at the start? That persons of power are usually a mix of talents, some a lot stronger than others?”
    “Yeah.”
    “And you’re such a strong telepath it hasn’t even occurred to you yet, has it?”
    “What?”
    “That a latent talent for pre-cog’s been getting stronger and stronger with you.”
    “No, it’s not. Both of us just know things. Knowing things is our thing .”
    “This is different. Telepathy is looking at other people and knowing them for what they really are. Inside. Pre-cog is a premonition of things to come.”
    “Other than the fact that it’ll be a miracle if this wedding goes off without getting some or all of us in trouble, I don’t know nuttin’ from nuttin’.”
    “Yes, you do. Because you know you have to take the Tear of Isis with you. You don’t know why, but you know you do.”
    “ Maybe I just think it’ll look good with that slinky black sheath I bought for the Vegas shows. The one with the plunging neckline.”
    “Now you’re talking magic. Absolute. You done with that suitcase?”
    “Yeah. Why? ”
    He li fted it off the bed onto the floor, enveloped me in his arms and fell backwards onto the spread.
    “Got another use for the bed right now.”
    “Do you now?”
    Good thing I didn’t have a clue what was going on at Command Central, MeanStreet Division of the Galatic Guardian Counsel. I wouldn’t have enjoyed that