Page 45 of Signed in Incubus

“Gimme!” Lily held her hand out.

I handed her the phone.

She went into my apps list. “Did you catch the name of the…never mind. Found it. MapLocate. This isn’t a map app. Well, it is, but it’s not one you use to get around. It locates your device so you can find it if you lose it.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.“I don’t remember downloading anything like that.”

“And you don’t remember making an account?”

“Definitely not.”

“Well, that’s your culprit.”

“But how did it get on my phone?”

“Gimme a sec.” She fiddled around with my phone a little more. “According to the downloads history, the app was installed around lunchtime on Thursday.”

That was the day of the Wedding That Wasn’t.

“Deanna!” Gigi and I exclaimed together.

“That little bitch!” Gigi continued. “During hair and makeup! She had your phone, didn’t she?”

“Yes indeedy. She grabbed it out of my hands while I was making a playlist, and it wasn’t locked.”

“I knew she was up to no good.”

Lily had never liked Deanna. Not since my cousin had gone on that voluntourism trip to India and had returned acting as if she’d single-handedly saved the entire country from starvation. Lily had zero patience for savior complex shit like that.

Gigi didn’t like Deanna either, but unlike Lily, she was able to keep her feelings to herself. Lily spoke her mind and rarely did things just because she should. She and Deanna had beenthisclose to throwing hands on Thursday.

The funny thing was, Deanna pretended she was so worldly and well-traveled, and while her resume looked great, anyone with any real-life experience could tell she was talking out of her ass after only a short conversation. She was fake as fuck and only regurgitated the stuff she knew she was supposed to say.

The only people she fooled were others like her, who apparently made up much of the upper echelon of the business world.

I had never understood why she had such a hate-on for me, but she made a point at every family gathering to one-up me, even though I refused to play her game. It totally made sense for her to be behind all this.

One thing didnotmake sense, though. “I had my phone with me yesterday. I didn’t physically bring my phone with me to Delerium. I used my magic purse—” Even as I said it, I knew when it had happened. “Shit! I took the phone out to use its camera as a mirror to check my lipstick when we were in line at the entrance! That must have been long enough to ping the location.” I sighed. “How do I make it stop?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Just uninstall the app. I can do that right now if you want.”

“Sure. As much as I’d love to send her on a wild goose chase, I don’t have the energy.”

With that out of the way, we focused on the problem of the spell.

I was happy to report that, so far, I hadn’t had any more unwelcome suitors come my way. But I wasn’t sure if that was because they were all still being held by the EA or if the concealment spell had actually worked.

“What happened after I left yesterday?” I asked Gigi as we flipped through her collection of spell books.

“Well, the EA and the police both came to talk to me, since all the crazies outside had said they were there to ‘vie for a witch's hand’, and I was the most obvious witch in the vicinity. But when they saw me, they all said I was the wrong one.”

“Isn’t the lady above the bookstore a witch, too?” Lilly asked.

“Yep. They went to her next. I might have mentioned that, to deflect their investigation. The hottie bear shifter EA agent left his card and said to call him if I needed him for anything.”

“Foranything?” I asked, waggling a brow.

“I’m pretty sure that’s how he meant it, too, but I’m not going to risk it. He could just be trying to get into my house to sniff around. Maybe I’ll call him when all this blows over.”

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