The precarious situation that my stepsister crafted had taken a complicated turn. She had circumvented history to serve her own purposes. Woefully, I suspected her efforts would only worsen.
Arabella and I had never been close. She would have stooped to whatever level possible to get what she wanted. It was probably why she had sent my stepbrother—most likely a lie—to find me. Otherwise, his sudden arrival upon my doorstep did not make a lick of sense. Although Lance possessed unquestionable book knowledge, he wasn’t the type to inquire about anything hinting at magick. So his queries about my whereabouts outside of our time period spoke of Arabella planting thoughts in his fair head.
If perchance my sister was not involved, I had to ponder how Lance so easily found me. After all, Crowley was large enough where I should have been able to simply fade into the background. It was why I stayed in the squalid room. A twist of a spell and I could have found much more refined quarters. However, if I were someone who partook of betting, once again, I would place my wager on Arabella. Lance simply did not possess enough intelligence to stumble upon me.
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