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"What are you doing?" Camille asked.

I grunted. "These suckers got stuck in my tail last night. I'm going to hire a gardener to come in and
clear the yard of thistles and thorns and other nasty crap like this." Managing to get the point of
the trowel under the root, I levered the plant out and tossed it in the compost pile.

"Oh yes, that's going to do the trick. The seeds will just spring up again, you goober. Just make
sure you don't get rid of my belladonna or wolfsbane," she said, choking back a snort as I led her
to the path where I'd sensed the intruder. "I take it your butt's sore?"

"Worse than diaper rash," I said. "So are the wards sounding an alarm, or were they just tripped
by accident?" They were Camille's spell, and she was the only one who'd be able to sort through
the variances of disruption that happened when they'd been detonated.

She closed her eyes. "No demons at play, but that doesn't mean much, considering how Bad Ass
Luke conned Wisteria into working with them." Stopping suddenly, she blinked and said, "Did you
know that Trillian is going to be staying with Chase until he can find an apartment? He moved in
with him last night."

I blinked. Chase hadn't mentioned anything of the sort the last time I'd talked to him. "No. And just
how long do you think that arrangement will last?"

Trillian was a Svartan, one of the elves' darker-souled cousins, and he'd been stringing Camille
along for years. They were lovers, though at times she wasn't sure if she even liked him.

"I don't know, but it's better than what Menolly suggested," Camille said, shuddering. Our lovely
troublemaker of a sister had put forth the idea that Trillian might want to room with Morio, which
would have been the mother of all disasters. Of course, she'd been sporting a smirk when she
made the suggestion, but both Camille and I knew that Menolly had a hankering for havoc. Her idea
of fun was a rousing fight down at the Wayfarer.

"I think I've been forcing her to watch too much Jerry Springer with me," I said, rolling my eyes.

Morio, a youkai-kitsune from Japan—a fox demon-slash-nature spirit—was Camille's other lover.
They had hooked up when they accidentally tripped a lust spell out near Mount Rainier, and that
was all it took for the two of them to start hitting the sheets. Camille had a weakness for bad boys.

Trillian and Morio kept a cautious truce because of their shared interest in Camille, but they were
clear rivals for her affection. It was a good thing that the Fae weren't monogamous by nature, or
there would have been bloodshed by now, considering the amount of testosterone involved.

"Well, he isn't likely to kill Chase, since Chase is my boyfriend, but still… I hope for both their
sakes—and ours—that Trillian finds an apartment soon." With a wicked grin, I added, "Bet you the
arrangement lasts less than two weeks," I said, fishing a twenty out of my pocket and waving it at
her.

"You're on." Camille snorted. "I'll give it three at the most." She suddenly stopped and raised her
head.

"Hold on, there's something here. It's faint… but definite…"