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“Says who?” Francis planted his hands on his hips. 

There really were entirely too many girls in this family. Aunt Hilda couldn’t have had one oh no. . . Ambrose was so much older than the rest of them he hardly counted for anything truth be told. “The bet isn’t even done yet, Tilly.” He rolled his eyes. 

“You are not the least bit funny.” How in Hecate’s name had that child ended up every bit as chipper as her mother? Wasn’t the whole point of being a witch the fact you didn’t get hungover? Apparently Hecate had other ideas. “Go. Away.”