While the wraith-leader screamed ands to search the grounds, Heather felt the sed and third parts of her spell take effebsp; Twin threads that had been woven into the shadewraith ripped themselves free from Enas’s diamond eyes and darted around the wraith for a few seds before disappearing from view. A brief moment ter, Heather felt the weight of the e band grow heavy and once she opened her palm, saw the small green and white magic that indicated that the spell had worked.

  “Find the magic-shell!” Archaios Enas screamed in frustration just as the shadewraith felt the final spell go ht behind her diamond eyes. Her sight vanished and Enas felt her gemlike eyes torn from her form. Pain radiated in her cloudy form that she simply fed from a her followers, “She has to be close by. Find her…” Enas heard her eyes shatter ahe little shards of their remains fall over her body. “Cute, little Magic-Shell…” Feeding from her own chaos, the white-wraith pulled herself into a tiny ball and suddenly realized the extent of what happeo her. “...How did you…” Enas screamed in frustration, much to the delight of her brethren who flew around their leader abs her frustration. “When I find you…”

  Very aware of the dozens of Shadewraiths flying over her head and close to her hematite protected body, Heather cast a quick spell to detect if Tatum’s spirit and mind were held safely in the ring. “We did it, Carrie…we did..” Heather quickly ducked as a shadewraith passed too close for fort. “...We gotta go, baby.” Using a spell she’d learned from Denise’s artwork, Heather used her remaining kyanite and when her white palm glowed once more, it opened a small doorway that she simply stepped through and ended up in the Mill parking lot.

  Twisting the ring on her pinky once more, Heather took a deep breath and made her way to the Bel Aire and a happily tail-wagging Dusty. “Good boy. I take it the car is fine…no shadewraiths came looking?” Heather watched the faithful dog shake his head and give her an approving bark. “I love that you see me.” Heather announced ahe invisibility spell drop from her and Carrie. “Alright, Dusty. We o get back to Tatum’s house and find something that I use to enact the st part.” She k and scratched Dusty’s ears. “Are you ready to sniff something out for me?”

  After a sed approved bark, Heather opehe door for Dusty to climb in and she started the engine. “I need something to eat. That took a bunch from me, boy.”

  It took the three of them twenty minutes of driving due west past the Crow Farm, and into a tiny town trick before Heather found a small twenty-four-hour diner. Given that she was driving a pretty rare antique car, Heather did the best she could to keep it and everything i well within the light. Pulling the key from the ignitioher scooped Carrie out of the back seat and called Dusty to her. “They will just have to like dogs.” Slipping Carrie safely on her chest, Heather k beside Dusty. “Don’t worry, I will get you something too, silly.” She rubbed her dogs' ears and wihen got a quick lick from Dusty in appreciation.

  A tiny bell rang wheher opehe door to the small restaurant, causing the owner and the single server to look up from their card game. “Do I sit anywhere?” Heather offered.

  “Absolutely. You see we are stacked up this evening.” The dy server in her mid-thirties ughed and walked to Dusty a him without any thought. “I haven’t seen Denise’s dog in a year…” She looked over to the owner. “Paul? A year right?”

  An all white-haired entleman in his sixties looked up from where he’d started preparing the fttop. “Yeah, ‘bout that Cire, I don’t know how she did it…but that dog is super well trained.” He scratched his white hair and put on a small paper cap. “o look at a menu…” He raised his eyebrows at Heather, questioningly.

  “Oh, um…Heather Addison.” She leaned down and kissed Carrie on the head. “This little girl is Carrie.” Heather then ughed, “It seems you know Dusty, so I will fo anything else with him.” She looked down at her familiar, “Dusty, I assume Tatum and Denise had a favorite spot in here?” Pleased beyond her wildest dreams, Heather watched with a smile on her face as Dusty wagged his tail and marched to the table Heather requested and then sat down. “I swear you are too smart for your own good, I am scared to know what you’ve seen.” It was a keen gnce from his big brown and yellow eyes that told Heather all she o know. “Right.” She turo Cire. “Do you happen to have a high chair for Carrie?”

  “Sure, give me a few minutes. We keep them in the back, most don’t e in with children. Mainly smelly truckers.” Quickly darting behind the ter, Cire filled a gss tumbler that looked simir to a ing jar and poured tea into it. “Denise and Tatum had a thing for tea. We stopped making peach tea whe the hat Ms. Croassed. So this is a chilled chai.” Cire pced the tea and a straw oher’s table and quickly got a high chair. “Easy peasy.”

  “Thank you, Cire.” Heather smiled widely and unstrapped an over-anxious Carrie. Once she’d clipped her daughter into the chair so she could py safely Heather plopped into the booth and dropped her head back. “What a night.”

  Without anyone else to wait on, Cire sat across from Heather and simply pet Dusty while she talked. “I hope you didn’t have to gh what’s left of ial Heights.” She sighed and pointed up at the television. “Ce of this is amazing. I hought a tiny town like this would ever hit national news but it did.” Cire rubbed both of Dusty’s ears to a low pleasing rumble from the dog's chest. “I have missed you.” She looked back to Heather. “You have the car too, so I assume you are the missing heir?”

  “The Dar…The Love…” Heather stammered her older names for Denise and finally said what she o. “Denise left me everything, though I am living out of the barn at the moment.” Heather rolled her eyes, “The farmhouse is a mess. I might have to just tear it down and rebuild the ehing.”

  “Order up, Cire.” Paul announced a out three ptes of various items to eat.

  With a grace that shouldn’t have e from a lone waitress in a small pce, Cire mostly danced her way over to the food and then stopped short of grabbing the ptes. “Let me wash my hands.”