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everything?”
    “That is not why we’re done here,” Igor said.
    “Sure, sure,” Emily replied. “She really does know some hot-shot Presidium bloke. But, I also saw your faces when I said the vamp left.”
    Alois and Igor rose, just slightly faster than they’d been moving this whole time, and she grinned as they opened the door ahead of her. Not to be polite, but to look for the hot vampire. She hoped he wasn’t the killer. She didn’t think things went well for those who killed with magic.
    The world would be a little less muscled and beautiful if anything happened to the handsomer of the Igors.

Chapter 6
     
    Ingrid had assumed they’d come for her next. But the two Presidium doves headed towards the end of the hall. Another Presidium dove came and stood at the end of the hallway watching the group of them. Ingrid could tell they were Presidium by the stiff way they held their shoulders and the general look of command.
    Her eyes narrowed. Where was the badge? Where were their rights? At least Gabe had the official job and the badge to go with it. When he’d bossed her around on the island and made her answer questions, he hadn’t been just saying he could. She had barely heard of the Presidium and now they were holding the group of them hostage.
    Well, not hostage.
    They were investigating like the police would. What would they do when they were done? Just hand it to the cops all wrapped up? But that hadn’t been what they’d done when they realized that Jill Martin’s parents had killed her on Sage Island. Instead, the Presidium had been called in, and they’d taken the parents off island. What had been done to them? Where they in some sort of real Azkaban? Had they been stripped of their powers? Could that even be done? Had they been killed?
    Holy mother of pearl…what would happen to the killer today?
    Ingrid looked around. Emily was talking to an Asian family across the way. Carol and Cathy were sitting together on that bench, they weren’t even magic users. What did they think of what was happening? Had they just assumed that the Presidium were Prague police?
    The tour had started with a spirit of adventure. After Joe’s body had fallen to the ground, people had been just shocked. Now that they were thinking—they were realizing that the Presidium types were sure it wasn’t an accident.
    Which meant…that one of the group had done it.
    They were starting to group up with those that they knew a little more tightly. And eye those they didn’t know a little more carefully. Or perhaps, that was just the side effect of the ghost. Agnes was well-known in the supernatural community. For a poor dove who’d been murdered, she mostly walked around trailing rose petals and staring off into the distance—supposedly to where her beloved knight had died.
    Did the other people think that Agnes had done the killing?
    But Ingrid didn’t think that was very likely. For centuries the poor dove had been without rest and wandered after her love. It was said that necromancers had sent her to the world of the dead more than one time. And that each time, she had come back and continued to look for her love.
    Was he not in the afterlife?
    Was he waiting for her too?
    Could he be haunting some moor? Trying to find her?
    The idea of it was terrible.
    Ingrid wanted to say she got that kind of love, but she didn’t.
    She missed Gabe—far, far more than she had expected. It was as if their short reunification had somehow made the distance all the worse. There had been weeks and weeks where she’d given him the cold shoulder or he her. But after they’d made up, and admitted they loved each other, and he’d given her the space to be all crazy and handle her baggage, she wanted nothing more than for him to be here. She wanted to curl into his side, and feel his warmth against her, and be spooked together by the poor, ancient, murdered, witch dove who hadn’t gotten to do the same with her lover.
    Or something.
    But