“So,” Iggs said excitedly, leaning over the back of Lys’s seat so he could get closer to Adrian. Or, more accurately, to the puffed-up ball of black fur in Adrian’s lap. “Is that your cat?” “I’m his familiar,” Boston replied in a scornful voice. The whole van rocked as the Iggs jumped. “He can talk!” “Of course I can talk,” Boston snapped. “I’m a renowned magical expert and fully initiated member of the Blackwood coven. The only reason I didn’t say anything earlier was because there were humans around, and I was respecting my witch’s wishes not to get us all kicked.” “He’s normally very
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