“Did Xavier hurt you?” she asked. “Because I told him I’d sic Mary on him if he did.” “He did briefly, but he didn’t mean it, and he apologized.” I paused, my brow creasing. “Who’s Mary?” “A haunted Victorian doll.” I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t have a Victorian doll. They creep you out.” “I know.” Pen’s grin was pure mischief. “But he doesn’t know that.”
