“You’re not inviting me in for a cup of coffee?” She dragged a hand against the wall of the house, feeling the web of wards wrapped around it, and shook her head. Never. You didn’t invite a witch into your home. And maybe he wasn’t a sorcerer, maybe he was a bored rich kid who had a little time to kill, but she didn’t wish to find out. “I’ve sworn off coffee,” she said. “That’s a pity,” he said, his voice smooth and his smile wide. “See you around sometime.” He walked back to his car and drove off. Minerva remained by the door, staring in the direction in which he’d gone. Would he be trouble,
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