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“I love you. I wish I could have known you,” I say, a few tears slipping down my cheek.

“Maybe the next life,” she says and the line goes dead. Well, deader than it was considering I was talking to the dead. I pour a salt circle around the phone, the magical equivalent of disconnecting service.

I walk back to bed and quietly climb in. “What was that?” Damion asks sleepily as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

“Shoe box phone.”

“What?”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Only if I get to collect on my birthday dream.”

“Yes, your majesty,” I say with a yawn as I drift off to sleep.

And yes, I might have told Damion he was the king while on my knees, with his cock in my mouth. But if he ever tries to throw it back in my face, I’ll remind him it was only a dream.

Chapter 38

The next afternoon, the Mystery Gang’s in the library discussing the incantation bowl. “I refuse to accept that we’re named after Scooby-Doo,” Damion announces.

“But then what would we do with our official Mystery Gang T-shirts?” I ask. Hot off the screen printing press is a shirt I designed with demon horns, a witch hat, and angel wings.

“You’re not even wearing yours,” he points out.

“Neither are you,” I counter.

“Nor will I ever, as I reject this group name,” he declares.

Challenge accepted, I mentally tell him and he laughs.

“Will you two children please stay on task?” Gabe chides us. “And for your information, it’s Mystery Incorporated, not Mystery Gang. The mystery gang was a group of four cowgirls on an episode of Scooby-Doo, completely different from the Scooby-Doo gang.”

Charlotte pats Gabe’s cheek. “It’s been killing him we’ve been using the wrong name this whole time.”

“I will say this—Aubry is obviously Daphne. Who here has been kidnapped more times than you?” Damion gives me a look.

“Hey, you were also kidnapped by milk toast Brad,” I deflect.

“Ah, but I thought he was psycho Brad?”

“Pointing out the fact that he’s a psycho doesn’t help your case,” I tell him sweetly.

“If the children would focus, I have an announcement,” Gabe says.

“You and Charlotte are going to be on the next season of House Guest?” I guess.

“You admit my wings are bigger?” Damion throws out.

“You’re getting Vivian to come up with our weekend itinerary?” Charlotte tries.

“You really should. Vivian’s a busybody, but she does plan a great trip,” I tell Charlotte.

Gabe clears his throat and gives us a look of annoyance. Well, he gives me and Damion that look, but then he turns to Charlotte and kisses her sweetly. “Whatever my love wants.”

“Charlotte, can Gabe have his balls back this afternoon so that we can hit the gym?” Damion asks, and I elbow him and tell him to hush.

“It’s like herding cats,” Gabe mutters. “Our question has been answered by the angelic scribe Metratron.”

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